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I remember being told how each living person could do something better than anyone else in the world. This mysterious, inherent ability made you valuable, unique. Some of these talents must surely overlap, I’d worked out in Pre-School. Suppose I am mundane, suppose nothing I do makes me special, what then? Should I keep on with my useless life with the shame of knowing I can’t make any serious contributions to humanity?
Today I am over half-dead, and I matter much less than I’d anticipated. All the things I had wanted, had hoped for, had dreamt about--these aspirations have been dashed out by my own, albeit involuntary, actions. This gal from the Philippines e-mailed me, “I’m not perfect, but I can smile.” It’s maybe the most beautiful sentence I'll hear. One day, will even smiling prove beyond me? I smile too much anyway.
Band of Horses have the song, “No One's Gonna Love You.” It goes, “No one's ever gonna love you more than I do,” which is exactly how you feel when you like someone who won’t look at you. I love you an awful lot, but I’m not extraordinary. Someone as remarkable as you must instantly be loved by everyone you meet. Hopefully I am in the top 10.
Today I am over half-dead, and I matter much less than I’d anticipated. All the things I had wanted, had hoped for, had dreamt about--these aspirations have been dashed out by my own, albeit involuntary, actions. This gal from the Philippines e-mailed me, “I’m not perfect, but I can smile.” It’s maybe the most beautiful sentence I'll hear. One day, will even smiling prove beyond me? I smile too much anyway.
Band of Horses have the song, “No One's Gonna Love You.” It goes, “No one's ever gonna love you more than I do,” which is exactly how you feel when you like someone who won’t look at you. I love you an awful lot, but I’m not extraordinary. Someone as remarkable as you must instantly be loved by everyone you meet. Hopefully I am in the top 10.