There are a thousand ways one can begin a movement, and this is how I'd like to start mine: It snowed. Meaning I'm inside and there are blankets on my bed, blankets on my lap and thick socks on my feet. And when I see the snow, I'm reminded of God and how beautiful His world is. To think, all the snowflakes I crush underfoot or sweep off the sidewalk are unique. Once in a lifetime. Completely their own. They don't try to be anything else. They are here for only one purpose: to blanket the earth. Some look at snow and frown. Some roll around in the snow and make angels. Some take photos, whilst others take a shovel to the fluff. There are probably enough reactions to snow to equal the number of unique snowflake designs. People are snowflakes. Unique in design, but identical in chemical makeup -- after all, every flake of white melts down to a tiny droplet of water. So if the human race is different, but the same, why do we all try to be the same all the way...
Authenticity is attractive.