Be careful not to lose yourself -waiting for somebody else to tell you that you are special. Thats what your mouth and mirrors are for.

The day I realized this, I looked inside to find That I was filled with galaxies of undiscovered wonder. We are compilations of constellations of creative energy - supernovas of light waiting to be released, and as one of my favorite poets once said, all the colors we are inside have yet to be known existed.

I am not yet a culmination. If you must consider me, consider me a crescendo. I am special. I am a high-water mark, but tides still rise and there has never been a line drawn in the sand on the beach that the ocean has not risen to challenge. I am also not finished here.