there is this desire of being special. to be special at work, to be special in love, to be special in every aspect of life. and if it’s possible, to be special in a very special way.
basicly, it seems like everyone wants to be admired, to be number one, to be the brightest, the funniest, the better looking.
there is something left. with all this chasing after special image, it remains very little time an energy to feel special.
so, in the end, with a little luck, you’ll get special in everyone’s mind … and miserable in your heart. it doesn’t feel right. but who am i to judge?! i find myself more often trying to say special things when i speak to my friends and stress myself to do even what i’m not asked at work or college.
