Conspicuous

Standing out, an Angel amongst clowns.

Sometimes we so desperately want to blend in, even if it means losing that special quality that makes us unique. Even if it means becoming a fool, just like the rest. I wonder if my mom understood this irony when she placed this haughty angel amongst her collection of Lladro clowns. There is comfort in anonyminity, in uniformity and in conformity. But there is more to life than just comforts? Or perhaps other experiences are simply overrated?