You are special. You. The person who thinks about life. The person that asks why?. The person who doesn’t eat ideas whole and is not swiped by the wave of what’s popular. You see the vastness in the sky, and in the soul. You feel beyond good or bad, and see beauty in the rage, and the pain, and in the simple smile.
You, the person who searches god with your own compass, with your own map, walking on your own path towards the divine. Sometimes knowing, most times questioning, and in good times, believing.
You, the person who is willing to evolve, to face yourself despite the fear, to let your bad parts die, and rise from the ashes to become nothing but a seed that again has to grow through the dirt for the ephemeral bloom.
You. Willing to live, to love and to lose.
You are the shit.