I was born knowing how to dream. The world in my head was always better than the world outside. For some reason the well meaning ones, with my best interests at heart, dedicated their time to attempting to beat the imagination out of me under the pretense that they were preparing me for the real world. I didn't rate their efforts, even as a child, preferring my art over their rules. I never close to do anything I didn't understand, but wasted much time trying to please others, and give them what I thought they wanted. This led to a personal mission towards conformity to the world - a futile, unrealistic & unachievable task - even without the opinions of others. Realising that those who came before me meant well, but that they didn't really have any answers either as to how I managed never to be average, but always maladjusted (different).
Now here I am, and nothing's changed. The world still requires, even demands and others dedicate their lives to controlling me without success. I don't need them, or their approval.
What about you?