This is one of my favorite poems. I just found the bookmark with it that I made for Youth when I was teaching them. I'm going to write it down here so that I'll always have it. And I'm hoping this will become someone else's favorite!
I'm Special
I'm Special
In all the world there is nobody like me.
Since the beginning of time, there has never been another person like me.
Nobody has my smile. Nobody has my eyes. Nobody has my hair, my hands, my voice.
I'm unique.
No one can be found who has my handwriting.
Nobody anywhere has my tastes- for food or music or art.
No one sees things just as I do.
In all of time there has been no one who laughs like me and no one cries like me.
What makes me laugh and cry will never provoke identical laughter and tears from
anybody else, ever...
No one reacts to any situation just as I would read.
I'm Special.
I'm the only one in all of creation who has my set of abilities.
I'm the only one in all of creation who has my set of abilities.
Oh, there will always be somebody who is better at one of the things I'm good at,
but no one in the universe can reach the quality of my combination of
talents, ideas, abilities, and feelings.
Like a room full of musical instruments, some may excel alone,
but none can make the symphony sound when all are played together.
I'm symphony.
Through all of eternity no one will ever look, talk, walk, think, or do like me.
I'm Special...
I'm rare... and, as in all rarity, there is great value.
Because of my great rare value, I need not attempt to imitate others.
I will accept- yes, celebrate- my differences.
I'm unique.
I'm beginning to see that God made me special for a very special purpose.
He must have a job for me that no one else can do as well as I can.
Out of all the billions of applicants, ONLY ONE qualifies,
ONLY ONE has the right combination of what it takes.
That one is ME, because...
I'm Special.
-Author unknown
I especially like the second paragraph, the symphony part. It's so easy to give up on things because we think so and so does this better etc. At least, it's that way for me. I often draw myself a goal when I find someone that I know of do what I wanted to achieve and realize that they are better or have more chances of achieving more and so on. Well, it's easy to find excuses. Just like my mom's food always taste better to me when she makes it, things have deeper dimensions and that special things behind is what makes things tastier, juicier, funner, more beautiful, etc. Mom's food taste better because I taste her love and smile with each bite too. Not only that, but just an example. This encourages me to start something. I hope you enjoy this poem.
