One in a Million

Here's a question: are we really that different?

I mean people in general. I'm not talking about likes or dislikes, or experiences, or talents or skills. I'm talking about when you really strip away everything else about a person and look at the bare bones. We all have the same basic flaws. We're human after all. We're far from perfect, and we all sin in the same ways. Jealousy, judging, lying, baseless anger. Everyone has experienced those. I know for a fact that each one of us is "one in a million". The question is, where is the emphasis, the "one" or the "million"? Are we really so different from 999,999 other people, or are we just part of a mass? Both? Neither?
I certainly like to think I'm different, but I'm really not. I mean, the thing is, the only thing that sets us apart is how we react to how we feel, but in the end, we all feel the same way. Sure, it's about different things at different times, but anger is anger. Grief is grief. We were all built the same way, with the same mold. We all like to think we're special, that we make a difference, but it's so hard to really believe that when...nothing happens.
Life isn't a novel. Sometimes I have to remind myself of that.