Imagine riding through the mountains in France. You stumble across a herd of cows. At first, it’s interesting, but after ten minutes, nothing stands out. They all feel the same. Just cows.Then you see a purple cow. You can’t stop looking. It moves differently, alive in its own way, and everything else fades into the background. You realize it doesn’t follow the herd. It doesn’t try to fit in. It simply exists on its own terms.Being different isn’t a choice, it’s the point.