Specimen!

Mom always considered few including my dad as a specimen. A unique, one of a kind museum artifact who is different from rest of the crowd.

Today it feels like everyone is a Specimen. Each one has their own perception of life, view point as radical, different than everyone else. Probably, these imperfections bring people together.
Its like how someone new to our group feels out of place when we start talking about work and he seems lost in what we are discussing. This often prompts to stop discussing office talks outside your cubicle. Indirectly bringing out our creative, fun part to life.

What made me wonder about this now, is a paragraph from one of my favorite book "Monk who sold his Ferrari!". He said that you should read books as the problems you are facing now or going to face must been already someone's experience to which you can relate and ease you in solving your problems.... What's funny is that I am not able to use my own experience in solving, providing solace to self for things which I faced in past. No problems in life are same, what's the fun if you could refer a manual to solve all problems...

You are a specimen, So are your problems... Just face it!