yesterday i was complemented on my pants, my hat, my scarf, my haircut. i was told i have a good singing voice, am a really cool person, and am good at the piano. i was hugged, smiled at, and told i am loved. yesterday was a typical day for me. i should feel awesome about myself. people tell me i am a great person. i am constantly hearing how talented and smart i am.
to me a great person isn’t necessarily a talented, smart, or genuine person. great people are the ones who do great things; the ones who use their talents, amicability, leadership qualities, intuitiveness, courage, or whatever ever other inherent traits they have to make an impact on people or the community. someone who uses those things for God to do his will is a great person.
i try.
i don’t think i am great.
i just look good on the outside.
honestly.
