I still believe you are it. I just don’t think you need to be it.
To be extraordinary is an endlessly inexhaustible path I wish upon no one.
The truth is you are most rare and wonderful in the ways you don’t even try.
I see a lot of people, and by a lot of people, I mean me, trying so hard to be something that we already are.
Trying so hard to fit into a place in which we already reside. We’re still trying to prove something aren’t we? We believe we have what it takes but we still think the measurement depends on the fact of whether they believe it to.
You know the they, don’t you? The person or handful of people you think of when you go to make a post. The affirmation you desire desperately from the silver strand of people on the planet who don’t actually care much about how much you care about them.
That’s a hard pill to swallow. But a necessary one. They don’t care. But think about how liberating that is. That you don’t have to live your life in diplomatic service to them. Their apathy is your freedom if you can see it.
I am just here to tell you you are incredible, and not in the one day you’ll be something great kind of way. But in the way your head tilts when you laugh kind of way. And in the way you are inarticulably beautiful when you sleep and that one time you let all your guards down and were truly honest (even if you were a little tipsy).
You are beautiful. Extraordinary in the way that only God can fully understand. And it’s simply because you are you and nobody else.
So I just want to ask you, please relax. You have nothing to prove to us. You are the glory of the night sky whether we see it or not.
But one day we will.
And I can’t wait for that day.
Because I have a guess that we’ve only just yet caught a breath of you.
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