I once heard
That if each person
Was walking through
A field of lives
Different lives you could live,
You would choose your own
The obstacles you have,
Your daily struggles,
All of it.
And id like to believe
Its true.
Some might say
Why?
Why would you choose
To be dumb
Not attractive
Too smart to fit in
But each one
Has purpose.
Being so smart,
You can change the world
Cure cancer
Dig to the earths crust
Find civilization in space
Do the extraordinary thing
That nobody knew
That kid who never fit in
Could ever do.
Not having the greatest
Outer looks,
Is a blessing
The best kind.
It gives you a chance
To be loved
For who you are
And not for your body
And you will know
That you are who you are
Because of what counts.
And not being
The brightest bulb,
I think sometimes,
Maybe that is best of all.
You dont overthink
You dont worry too much
You just live.
You have fun
And you take risks
And you can acheive the impossible
Because you werent afraid
To be reckless.
All of us
Are one of these
And all of these
Different blends of them
And others
And whatever life we are living
Whoever we are,
Its who we are best at
And who we are meant to be.
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PoetryHere i am With my thoughts My doubts My feeling All layed out Right here Exposed.