I stroll through the arches of my campus main green. I forget that 45% diverse still means 55% white. No one looks like me.

I walk into one of the entrepreneurship workshop events I’m hosting for my university. I notice 50 guys. I notice very few girls. I notice one who’s South Asian. No one looks like me.

I travel to Japan for 2 weeks. Amongst the thousands of locals, I count 5 people who share my skin color. No one looks like me.

I open the doors into the office at work. Rows of white men splintered with the occasional man of color. Maybe one woman. And rarely one of color. No one looks like me.

I visit my best friend in Atlanta. We drove around, ate pancakes, visited the Coca-Cola factory. No one looks like me.

I look through the windows of classrooms and dorms. Through spaces that I don’t usually occupy. No one looks like me.

I go back home to Bangladesh. Everyone looks like me. But for some reason, I don’t like it. I want to see more differences.

So what’s better? Where I don’t look like anyone? Or where I look like everyone?