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"Special" - A small word, but a big responsibility.
It is not true that everyone is special. It is true that everyone was once special and still possess the ability to recover it, and like flowers in the fields, that make wonderful views, when we stand side by side in our wonderful hues... we all make a beauty so wonderfully true. We are special and different, and just the same, too! Every single person is sacred. Sacred means special, precious, a treasure of true beauty, that means you. It's my personal experience, that many times when I went out of the way, so much that I forgot myself completely, just in order to keep my family, friends and relatives happy, thinking I was helping them but on the contrary they all left me alone for their selfish interests. This taught me the greatest lesson of my life that never forget you are special too. I wasted some of my precious years on such relatives and so called 'friends' and realised what appears to be is not always true. Learn to see what is not visible. Learn to value yourself, your time, your efforts, otherwise people will take you for granted and leave you when the time comes. I have always fought my battles alone, with no support. I used to feel hurt before but today I realise, these battles made me strong, strong enough to be independent, and capable enough to realise my hidden potential. Now, I don't depend on anyone else. Initially, I used to feel, I have become emotionless but today I've realised who should be special for me and who should not be. For me special is the person who recognises the other person, who values others as they value themselves, who does not cheat or lie, but tells the truth, no matter how hard it is, who can see the pain in your eyes, who can hear the hurt in your voice, who does not leave you for others, who can see what a mess you can be at times, but still values you, who can understand, that your anger is not your anger but your possessiveness, insecurity, hurt, and all such feelings, you try to hide behind your anger, who realises, that the harsh words you spoke in anger were not to dishonour them, but was actually the fear of loosing them, who realises what made you so quiet and silent. "Special" a very small word for so many beautiful reasons.