Biodiversity is sexy. And it’s begging you to take yourself seriously.
Hear me out.
Do you remember that feeling in elementary school learning that no single snowflake is alike? Or that every single human fingerprint is different?
My eight-year old mind was blown. I couldn’t fathom the concept of a hundred people being that unique, let alone billions.
Variability is natural law. Everything in nature, no matter how similar, differs ever so slightly from its closest relative. Under a microscope, you’ll see the same fractals and patterns, but you’ll never find two living things that are exactly alike.
Our differences are quite literally the whole point. At our very core, in our tiniest, most infinitesimal parts, we’re meant to be different.
Does it get more romantic than that?
No one will ever see life in the same way you see it. Two people standing in the same spot, watching the same situation unfold, will have completely different physiological and chemical responses surging through their brains and bodies, creating vastly different interpretations of the same set of events.
Perspective is written into the bones of the human experiment.
We are meaning-making machines brimming with ink manufactured from our own experiences, environments, energies, and physical existence. No matter what, the printout will always be unique to you.
So here’s my pitch.
Nature wants you to write your story. To catalogue your once-in-a-lifetime imprint on this planet.
Or at the very least, she wants you to marvel at the wonder of your fantastically original life. To delight in the pitch of your voice, the feel of your skin, the kink of your hair. She wants you to appreciate the work of art that is YOU.
We aren’t meant to be carbon copies of one another. Herd mentality is a safety mechanism. It keeps you alive and bracing instead of free and thriving.
Your story, your path, is uniquely yours. And when you are bold enough to share it, another fabulously unique being receives permission to accept and love their journey as well.