We all have the same story.
In some aspect, shape, form or another – our stories are the same. And given the same exact circumstances, background and resources – it is likely that we all would respond the same way. But that’s the beauty of life, we are all different. Nothing is the same.
Those differences of location, culture, experiences and backgrounds are the breeding ground for both discrimination and friendship, prejudice and collaboration, hatred, joy, both fear and love.
It is interesting how we judge and compare ourselves to another version of ourselves. Because in the most fundamental sense, that’s who we all are. The human race is a collection of minuscule nuances of the same creature.
If we come to the realization of our similarities, rather than pushing one another away because of our differences, we would be happier, more empathetic, less lonely beings.