The Perks of Being a Freak (Editing)

I am not special. I am not extraordinary or unique. Everyone in the world faces hardships. Everyone suffers, at one point or another. I am not unusual. Neglect is common. Abuse, unfortunately, is common. Poverty is common. Five different people, five different sets of problems, five different brands of suffering.
Yet we are extraordinary. Not because we suffer, but because we endure. Despite the strangeness around us, we fight and we live. Despite the fact that our boring, dull lives were ripped from us and replaced with some sort of freakishness, we persevere. We find the silver lining.
We find the perks of being freaks.
I find the perks of being a freak.