Special

What is special? Something you feel? Someone you met? Someone you know? Something you got? Something you do?

Nothing is special. It seems special because you make it special.  You make it special because you love it. That is what that makes something special. Else, what is special??

Sometimes some things look special, only after you see, you realize it was only made to look special.  Or maybe you got so carried away into it that it seemed special to you. It was just plain. You looked at it in a different way and voila! it became special.

Trying to find out special meaning of life.  But then there is no meaning to life. You have to give it. Nothing just drops in, not every time. Friends make your life special? Someone you love makes your life special? I’ve no answer to that. They are of course a part, but what is it that gives the illusion? A lovely illusion that makes me, you, and anyone feel special.

A person can have the ability to make believe you are special. You do. And you’re in heaven. If it is common, your heart breaks.

Special is unique. Special is passion. Special is love. Special is happiness. Special is feeling beautiful. Everything you do you love, makes it special for you. Anything you create you love or with love it is special.

Sometimes it’s good to be in an illusion of being made feel uniquely special. Gives some satisfaction and makes feel you are cared and of course loved and appreciated. Who wouldn’t want that? That illusion is good when it comes to “feel good” factor. But then at the same time have to play it safe, you don’t want to end up with heartbreak.

Your passion for anything shouldn’t be illusion though. It has to be genuinely special. After all you don’t always need someone to make you feel special. That someone can be yourself too.

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