Met up with a friend the other day for dinner and some quiet time at Starbucks. Among the many things that we chatted about, she mentioned how she always wanted to grow up to be a 'special' person but she seems so 'ordinary' now.
Now that's an interesting thought... Did I want to be 'special' when I was a kid? I guess I WAS special as a kid and also the case when growing up... I got lots of attention from teachers, classmates, etc. just from academic success and musical involvements. I never liked the 'spotlight', so maybe that's why I never thought of becoming 'special'.
What exactly does being special mean anyway? To be famous? To be rich? To have a well-respected job like policeman, lawyer, doctor? Haha, I'm just throwing the question out there so you guys can reflect a little like me...
To me, I AM SPECIAL! I feel I'm blessed to have everything I have now and I'm grateful for everything that's happened in my life. That in itself IS special, because there are many unfortunate people out there. But then again, unfortunate or fortunate, it all depends on how you think. So maybe that's the essence of 'being special'!?
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