My biggest fear is that I'm just like everyone else.

I've always wanted to be different.

I wanted to the the chosen one, the hero from an ancient prophecy, the only one who could inexplicably save the day.

Unfortunately, real life isn't like that.

I tried to resist as long as I could. I tried to somehow be different, more unique than all my peers. But all I was doing was sealing my own fate.

I realized soon that everyone else had been doing the same. We were all moving through life convinced that we were going to be someone, someone special. But of course not everyone who wants to be can be special. That would dilute the very meaning of the word.

I wasn't even different when realizing this. My peers realized this at the same time I did, and we all glanced at each others suspiciously, suddenly realizing these were the people who were going to be our competition in our never-ending quest to be remembered and admired.

I regret that part of my life immensly. I never talk about it any more because I'm so ashamed. I clung on to childhood hopes and dreams for far longer than one should. And sure, this may just be me being cynical (and ulitmately, still like everyone else), but I've come to terms with it now. If I die in obscurity, then so be it. I was only prologing the inevitable and worrying about the future, when I could be concentrating on the present.