I feel the constant need to remind people in my life of just how wonderful they are. If I didn’t think they were wonderful, I’d probably try to remove them from my life. It’s that simple.
But no one seems to believe in their own greatness anymore. Either because we think we’re not supposed to or no one ever pointed it out to us or one person tore us down enough to stop believing it.
That doesn’t change anything though. Whether you believe it or not, you’re wonderful. Incredible, actually. If you care to argue that point, fine, but the fact remains that the odds of a small group of atoms in the universe coming together to form you, as a living, breathing person, are pretty damn slim. You could have been a rock. Bits of you could have been crapped out of a whale. Any number of things, really.
But you’re you instead. Against all odds. So, give yourself a pat on the back for that one. You exist. And that’s pretty awesomely unlikely.
I think that we’re all wonderful to at least one person on this earth. And we need to be reminded of that, and we need to remind the people who are wonderful to us. Because they forget, and they really shouldn’t. No one should feel un-wonderful. Simply by being you, you’re doing something that’s never been done before.
You’re wonderful, kid. For everything you are and everything you’re not. Mistakes, faults, imperfections, all that stuff.
Spread the word.