No one ever really comes to understand another person. We create closer and closer approximations of who that person is, but it is only asymptotically. Some people have a whole number in front of their variable, some people have a fraction; regardless, none of us ever reach 1, but we never start out at zero either. Every single person is so similar.
Sometimes I like to tell myself that I'm unique; that I am a beacon of originality in a world of conformity; well I used to like to tell myself that. I don't anymore. Why? Because I'm not. We make people different; we choose to give certain actions certain connotations, but we rarely actually see the true meaning behind them. I am the same type of person that you are, that he is, that she is.
To try to stand out defeats the purpose of standing out. Everyone tries to stand out; some people do it through ostentatious eccentricity, some people convince themselves that they are the only people to ever think of something. We forget the value of empathy. We want to stand alone, and above, in a sea of humanity. But we forget that everyone is on a couple phonebooks, so our attempts at originality only make us more like everyone else.

Every thought has been thought, feeling felt, heart hurt. And by every person too. I am not unique not enlightened nor intelligent nor profound. I do not consider myself wiser than any other person for thinking this, because everyone has his own wise ideas. Everyone is an intellectual, a writer, a poet, an athlete, an eccentric, a mystery, an open book, a lover, a fighter.

In a world of over 6.5 billion people, how can I consider myself to be unique in any way?

How can anyone?