Sadness

February 21, 2012

I saw the most beautiful sunrise this morning; it looked like the sky has been painted with light pinks and peaches. Only a true master could create that. That sunrise over St. Gervais la Foret made me realize how small I am in the world and how insignificant my “problems” are. You would think that I got that after Kenya but it never really sunk in. so why am I still spending every night crying in my room? Why am I so miserable all the time?

I love looking at all these different forms for beauty. Some were deemed beautiful by society while others lack the conventional requirements but still have something special about them, a secret only they have. Works of poetry and stories all wrapped up in an imperfect but wonderful exterior. Nobody is the same. Each person is unique and special, even the most identical of twins. Why can’t we see that about ourselves? Why do people cry because they believe they are unremarkable?

I am stunning. Not because society told me I am but because I can see within myself, I am. I don’t need a boy to tell me this. What protection does that offer, the word of a young boy hoping to get lucky? He will disappear all too soon but I am my own forever.