Not everyone wants to disappear quietly
Crowds come and go.
Years later, most are forgotten, as if they never left a mark.
But some refuse that quiet erasure.
They dream of breaking boundaries, of shifting history, of lighting up the dark corners of the world.
And even if they walk alone, they are remembered.
I knew one thing:
I didn’t want to vanish into the noise.
The rebellion of being yourself
Every one of us is a singular story—
unrepeatable experiences, ambitions, quirks, talents.
Why fold yourself into sameness when your heart whispers otherwise?
Why live a life that looks acceptable when what you crave is one that feels alive?
To follow your own pulse, even when it pulls you away from the crowd—
That is not selfishness.
That is faith.
Because if everyone could fully understand our lives,
How unbearably ordinary would that be?
The vision that started it all
Ten years ago, I began with a seed called UM—UniqueMe.
It was a promise: to seek out those who dared to be different,
to tell their stories without disguise,
to explore life beyond routine checklists and social approval.
UM was never only about lifestyle tips, travels, or work hacks.
It was about curiosity.
About sharpening the self.
About living in the rawness of now.
And most of all, about daring—
to be unapologetically yourself.
Looking back, looking forward
I wrote these words a decade ago.
They were published on my very first Chinese blog post, unchanged.
And when I read them now, I see the same fire:
the refusal to compromise,
the hunger for meaning,
The belief that life is richer when lived on your own terms.
Yes, I’ve grown. Yes, my voice has evolved.
But the essence? Still here.
Sometimes, the most radical act is simply this:
to never let your beginning slip away.
Ten years ago, I wrote this in faith.
Today, I share it again—unchanged—
as a trace of where I began,
and a reminder that becoming “different”
was always the point.
Ten years later, my voice has grown, my world has expanded, but the essence remains.
This series is a testament to my journey—a way to honor the beginnings, and to let you walk with me through both the fire of the past and the unfolding of today.
