ONE OF A KIND

"A human being is a single being. 

Unique and unrepeatable." -Eileen Caddy

I AM SPECIAL. 

Live your dream
and wear your passion :)

No one else can be found who has my handwriting. Nobody anywhere has my taste for food, clothing, music ad art. No one sees things just I do. In all of the time, there's been no one who laughs like me, nor one who cries like me. And what makes me cry of laugh will never produce identical laughter and tears from anybody else ever.

I am the only one in all creation who has set of abilities. Oh, there will always be somebody who is better at one of the things I am good at. But no one in the universe can reach the quality of my combination of talents, ideas, abilities and feelings. Like a room full of musical instruments, some may excel alone, but none can match the symphony sound when all are played together. I am a symphony. Through all of eternity, no one will look, talk, think or do like me. I am special, I am rare. And in all rarity, there is great value, I need not to attempt ti imitate others. Yes, I celebrate our differences. I am special. I am beginning to see that God made me special for a purpose. He must have a job for me that no one else can do as well.

Out of billions of applicants, one is qualified, only one has the right combination of what it takes. That one is me, because I am special! ♥
You don’t have to feel like a wasted space.

You’re original, cannot be replaced.

If you only knew what the future holds, after a hurricane comes a rainbow. 

Maybe there's a reason why all the doors are closed, so you could open one,

that leads you to the perfect road.

Like a lightning bolt your heart will glow. And when it’s time, you’ll know.

YOU SHINE, BRIGHTER THAN THE MOON. :)

I have to live with myself, and so I want to be fit for myself to know. I want to be able, as days go by, always to look myself straight in the eye. I don't want to stand with the setting sun, and hate myself for things I have done. I don't want to keep on a closet shelf a lot of secrets about myself, and fool myself, as I come and go, into thinking that nobody else will know the kind of a woman I really am; I don't want to dress up myself in shame. I want to go out with my head erect, I want to deserve all men's respect; But here in the struggle for fame and pelf I want to be able to like myself I don't want to look at myself and know that I'm bluster and bluff, an empty show. I can never hide myself from me; I see what others may never see. I know what others may never know, I never can fool myself, and so, whatever happens, I want to be self-respecting and conscience free. -Edgar A. Guest