On feeling "different" and "alone"

You know I don’t see myself as being different from people or being someone who is “the one” to be looked at in this world, and for me to call myself “different” from people is me, separating myself from others.  I don’t separate myself from others because I want to be like everyone else. I’ve been different all my life and had felt alone because I had felt the world on my shoulders and everything within it from my past.  I was pretty spiritual as a kid but I didn’t want to be alone anymore, even though I say I’m not spiritual now but am still, in a way, spiritual.  I don’t see myself wanting to be “the one” because I see myself as a simple person.  It’s exciting and relieving to know that you are “the one” because you would feel that you are considered to be amazing or extraordinary.  But I’ve been put on the pedestal all of my life, so I don’t want that anymore.

Even Superman would agree with me because he doesn’t want to be extraordinary.  He wants to be the same with us all.  The only reason why he is amazing is because he actually has super powers and who will have to save the day?  He knows that he has those extraordinary powers but yet he doesn’t want people to know that he can do a lot.  He just wants to be like everyone else, to fit in.

I don’t detach myself from people, because they are very much like me because I have eyes, ears, lips, legs, arms just like everyone else.  The experiences I go through, someone else has or may be going through something like it.  My story is for them to understand or to relate…  I can relate to anyone in the world, because I know the world.  Buddha understands your pain and suffering and he does not separate himself from you because he’s understood pain and suffering himself. 

The Buddha was also humble just like that...

The Buddha was barred from understanding life, his father who was the king, wanted him to grow up to one day rule over the world.  A prophet came to his father and said that Buddha will be very powerful, that he will rule nations under him, but he may one day leave the kingdom to do something else, so the prophet warned his father to be very careful with his son, Siddhartha Gautama, the prince.  Siddhartha Gautama led an enriched life with everything he could have: money, gold, roses at his footsteps, a beautiful wife and a son, all the knights working under him, the kingdom and etc., but he left that all behind because he notice things about life whenever he left the palace.  He saw people who were begging for food, he saw a person dying, he saw a monk who was meditating, and other things that made him question about his life.  After he saw a monk, meditating under a tree, he finally one day left the kingdom with his his horse, galloping away from everything he had as a prince and left behind his newborn son.  It may be selfish of Buddha but he wanted to save the entire world, so he left to do so.  There were problems within his world that he wanted to cure and heal or change.

Buddha wanted to understand life and was suffering within in own desires of finding the truths to the world. He wanted knowledge, spiritual knowledge and he wanted to release from his suffering and he wanted to find happiness for those who suffered.  He found that Life is suffering, that in order to find happiness you must first understand suffering.

We suffer everyday when we hunger for food, when we need warmth, a roof over our head, and when we need support and love from others.  We are all battling within ourselves about something, even our curiosity kills us, makes us want to experience, see, hear or touch something.

So I don’t differ from anyone, because I see myself in everyone.  I am you, and you are me, we are a part of each other, because we make up this world. 

When we all have differences that make us the same while we have things that are alike.