Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
There is nothing special in the world. nothing magic. just physics.
Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.
Let's all embrace someone near us. Pick someone special to you. Tell this someone how you feel.
The world will always punish the few people with special talents the rest of us don’t recognize as real.
We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.
I love the power of words - no music or special effects - and I want to demonstrate that power.