I want you to think about a flower. One little flower in the middle of many many others.
Now this single piece of foliage has the power to change the world. It has the ability to do nothing at all. But most importantly, it has the freedom to choose.
As the wind blows, all the other flowers follow the vent. But this one doesn't want to copy everyone else in its path of destiny. This flower wants freedom.
Each flower in this meadow is different. Some see them as beautiful, but some of them as ugly. This flower only sees the beauty in every other flower.
There are so many voices talking all at once, thousands of them all singing a similar song, but this flower needs to experience everything from its own unique standpoint. It recognises we have a mind of our own. And wishes we all dared to use it.
Feel free to be your own flower.