Choose to be Special
Squares. What’s had’nin?
I read an article the other day that had the fuggin audacity to tell me to stop thinking I’m special. Matter fact. Mufucker had the nerve to tell ERBODY to stop thinking they’re special. Told us to acknowledge and embrace the fact that we’re one of a cajillion three hundred and sixty-six mufuckers out here trying turn shit into gold . . . trying to make a five course meal out of a grape, some salami, a half eaten slice of bread, and a banana peel . . . trying to feed a family of four with a capri sun, a handful of Triscuits, and six pack of Gogurt. In other words, he said grow the fuck up and stop thinking you piss velvet and sneeze glitter. Reality check, yallll. Reality check. I got two words for cuz:
We are special.
This computer I’m typing on? A mufucker who thought he was special made this. This house I’m living in? A gang of mufuckers who thought they were special built this. An array of not so special, special mufuckers constructed our entire reality. Everything you see. If that’s not special, I don’t know what is.
We’re all born with gifts – a unique set of skills. It’s just a matter of tapping into them — of discovering what makes YOU special. We’re all capable of amazing things, if you choose to be amazing: keyword being “CHOOSE”. Life is series of choices – decisions. If you’re not cool with where you are in life, with what you’ve accomplished, you’ve obviously made some fuck ass decisions the past. Correct them. You have no one else to blame but yourself.
So, choose to be amazing.
Choose to be special.
It’s our natural state.