enthusiast of many except myself

4/12/17 - a.g.

I fell in love with the way she carried herself. she carried herself high enough to be seen by those above her, but not so high that she would cease to see those who stood by her when she was at her lowest. Instead of inflating her ego, she would inflate her heart; she tried to make it big enough to love all those who loved her. her talent was matched only by her perseverance. pleasing everyone was not her goal, nor her motivation. what's the point of pleasing people who don't know who you are? the only ones she tried to please were the ones she truly loved. her family, of course, who helped and supported her through all her endeavors. And her admirers. she seeks their approval above all because they are the ones who made her who she is. If she was a bird, her admirers were the wind beneath her wings, lifting her higher with each added gust of wind. never had I thought possible to admire someone who I have never met. how can you admire someone who's never said a word to you? words are mere things compared to actions. she has taken so many actions to prove that she is worthy of being respected and, although one might say that someone shouldn't be put on a pedestal for mere actions, worthy of being praised.