Easy come, easy go.

Trying so hard to be different, to 'stand out'. Trying just like everyone else and inspite of that ending up much the same.
How differently is this trial from the person in front, or the one behind? With whom are we to share the achievement?
“Love me or Leave me”. But the means to purse leave little choice between the two.
Variations are beautiful, exclusivity turns ugly. For exclusivity is as elusive as a man chasing his shadow, the dog his tail.
From attitude to attires; desperation's to desires. Name as much differently we care to but it is the same coin, some heads some tails. Assuring ourselves in the figment of exclusivity, uptill the time the coin is flipped again.
Easy come, easy go.