– I’ve finally stopped running away from myself. Who else is there better to be?”
When I was a kid, my parents used to repeatedly tell me that I was “one in a million”. At the time, I hated it. It was a constant reminder that I was not like my friends, not better or worse, simply different. I would spend my Saturday evenings learning ballroom dancing with my grandfather; my free time, collecting stones or figuring out ways to make the world a better place.
Growing up, I realized that having trouble fitting in was, in fact, not a curse. Being an outsider gave me the space necessary to observe the world around me, as I was attempting to understand its people, struggling to decide which part I wanted to play, who I wanted to be.
I have traveled North to South, East to West in an attempt to understand better my own singularity. Along the way, I have developed a curiosity for different cultures, and have learnt to accept my own, through an internalized approach of tolerance, respect and compassion.
I have led many human rights campaigns to put my idealistic principles into practice. Along the way, I have discovered that not being afraid of raising my voice would be my greatest asset in life.
I have allowed myself to step out of my comfort zone and question my own ideals. Along the way, I have become resilient and learnt to face challenges with a positive attitude.
After many years of soul searching and of internal struggles, I have finally accepted myself, just the way I am.
However, I would disagree with my parents.
I am not one in a million. I am a million.
A million ideas, a million tastes, a million aspirations.
They may all be conflicting and make no sense to the outside world.
But each of them makes me happy to be alive
On the side : Gotan Project- Last tango in Paris