We come up with a thousand reasons
To explain to people why they are special.
We like talking about their beauty,
Both inside and out, those luminous eyes
And kind smiles. We talk about
The things that they do, the achievements,
And the troubles they’ve stayed out of.
We talk about things that
They hold no merit for, that just happened,
Like the family they were born into.
And it helps. For a while.
But rarely do we realize the conditions
That we imply to exist. Our talking
Implies that their uniqueness disappears
Over years when their beauty fades,
When their abilities fail, or in places
In which their background is irrelevant.
Everybody thinks it at the back of their mind.
That’s why we hang onto things,
Onto easy, comfortable, known stuff,
That’s why we identify ourselves with things
That should be just a passing stage.
We don’t allow ourselves to become more.
But we can change that. You can change it.
Instead of thinking of the things
Because of which you’re special,
Try to consider, just once, the things
That you can do. Because you’re special.
Above and beyond any happy, misguided reason.