Sometimes I think I know everything about someone. I think that they’re just what I put them as, be it smart, sporty, nice, spunky, etc.
But they’re not.
As usual, I was walking to school early in the morning, and as I got closer and closer, there were more and more people. People of all kinds, with their different clothing styles and hair. I was worrying about the bell ringing and how my day was going to be, so it took a while for me to actually see the people around me. Not look, but actually see. I had been so wrapped up in my own world, that I didn’t notice that every single person was so special.
I know its overused, the words, “You’re special,” but it is SO true. Times a million. Everyone has a different past, and its not even close to fair to judge them because of their messed up clothes, hair, or the like.
Who knows what they’ve gone through?
Understanding this helped me learn to cherish every single person around me. They are so special. S-P-E-C-I-A-L.
haha It’d be pretty sad if I spelled special wrong though.
Cherish someone today,