Special. Something we all want to be called. Meaning better than the rest, different in a unique way.
Now when we were children we were told all people are unique and special in their own way. But in reality, no one actually believed that because an order to be special it meant you were higher than others, people were below in some way. Whether it's in sports, instruments, academics or looks. No matter what you say to yourself or how good you hide it from the world everyone is born wanting to be special. No one is ever okay being average. And at some point of everyone's life, they actually believe they are special. And I know what you're thinking, What are you talking about? I mean special as in being extremely good at something or gifted in some way something different about you that sets you apart from others. Then again we do have those unique people in our world who were born with magnificent voices and dancing abilities. Photographic memories and poetic minds. People who are one in a million.
Then there are the ones who are not average but not special just right in the middle. The one girl who studies really hard and gets a B but when she doesn't study she gets a D. The guy who can sing his butt off but that fifth teen-year-old boy on YouTube can sing it twice as better. Let's called these guys (middle upper class).
Then we have us..... either still trying to find what makes us special or completely given up and excepting the fact that you're going to go through the rest of your life being average.
I know I know this is really depressing... but I stayed up till Five in the morning laying down on my bed wishing I looked like Mila Cunis, sang like Ariana Grande and danced like Chachi Gonzales and had the brains of Albert Einstein. Then I thought what makes them so special? And realizing I wasn't special at all. I grew up as a dancer, this little Asian girl who was praised upon because
I lived in Minnesota as a hip hop dancer. Then moved to California to become an actress thinking dang I got it all. Then slowly but surely moving to everyday kid life stop dancing, acting, and singing. And became well, me. Okay so I'm not super smart I have the worst hand eye coordination, I'm not the skinniest or prettiest. There are hundreds of people who can sing, dance, and act better then me. Wow am I just average? Then I began to shed a tear. And I know it sounds shallow. But then It hit me I thought I was special until I started comparing myself to other people. And that proved to me that the only reason why people don't believe they're special well because they tell themselves they're not.
Now when we were children we were told all people are unique and special in their own way. But in reality, no one actually believed that because an order to be special it meant you were higher than others, people were below in some way. Whether it's in sports, instruments, academics or looks. No matter what you say to yourself or how good you hide it from the world everyone is born wanting to be special. No one is ever okay being average. And at some point of everyone's life, they actually believe they are special. And I know what you're thinking, What are you talking about? I mean special as in being extremely good at something or gifted in some way something different about you that sets you apart from others. Then again we do have those unique people in our world who were born with magnificent voices and dancing abilities. Photographic memories and poetic minds. People who are one in a million.
Then there are the ones who are not average but not special just right in the middle. The one girl who studies really hard and gets a B but when she doesn't study she gets a D. The guy who can sing his butt off but that fifth teen-year-old boy on YouTube can sing it twice as better. Let's called these guys (middle upper class).
Then we have us..... either still trying to find what makes us special or completely given up and excepting the fact that you're going to go through the rest of your life being average.
I know I know this is really depressing... but I stayed up till Five in the morning laying down on my bed wishing I looked like Mila Cunis, sang like Ariana Grande and danced like Chachi Gonzales and had the brains of Albert Einstein. Then I thought what makes them so special? And realizing I wasn't special at all. I grew up as a dancer, this little Asian girl who was praised upon because
I lived in Minnesota as a hip hop dancer. Then moved to California to become an actress thinking dang I got it all. Then slowly but surely moving to everyday kid life stop dancing, acting, and singing. And became well, me. Okay so I'm not super smart I have the worst hand eye coordination, I'm not the skinniest or prettiest. There are hundreds of people who can sing, dance, and act better then me. Wow am I just average? Then I began to shed a tear. And I know it sounds shallow. But then It hit me I thought I was special until I started comparing myself to other people. And that proved to me that the only reason why people don't believe they're special well because they tell themselves they're not.
