What makes me, me

Late at night, I thought about what makes me unique. If you take different parts of me, the truth is, I’m not special at all. The world is so big to the point where it doesn’t matter how dark my eyes are, how long my hair is, or what clothes I wear. Someone else has the exact same eyes, and the shirt I'm wearing is inside their closet. Even my personality traits and talents are founded in so many other people. If you pull me apart piece by piece, I fade into the crowd.

That is why when people ask “ if you could describe yourself in a single word, What would it be?”  The answer isn't a single word. 

Imagine a box of 100 balls, half red and half blue. Pulling a single red ball is a common, 50% chance. But what are the odds of pulling a precise, consecutive sequence? Red, red, red, blue, red, blue, blue. Suddenly, the probability decreases rapidly. 

We are not special because of our individual components. We are special because of the picture they form when brought together. I am unique because of the specific way all my factors intersect.