There is a time when a preferable ideal emerges out of several individuals. Nor is it prearranged or proactively searched in advance. However, it is surprising and quite coincidental that the common point is right there to fit to me perfectly. It is also a case where one particular voice is heard while listening to others with silence and without indication. Most of the time, I don't feel like I'm going to agree enthusiastically, but looking at it again. And it's a strange commonality inside.
Very occasionally, I heard some stories that individualism was described and explained well with a slightly more refined and clear concept. The definition that was set up honestly by removing the decorating package was very good to hear. It's as if thery were often used as a 'feeling of looking in the same direction'.
As I focused a little more on it, I ended up reaching the limits of the situation where I was forced to flock together. And also I could draw a picture that contains a little segregation becoming a huge one.
And as the conception developed and the mind hardened, another sound was heard.
I felt that the oppostite of the common was a difference, and that uncomfortable differences were part of life that should always be faced with. And the last thing coming up my mind was that whatever it was, I could not help but admit that the commonality was a big association.
