Another You
There will never be another.
It’s one thing to be proud of yourself for an accomplishment.
Don’t get me wrong, you should be. Celebrate the wins. Indulge in a libation (be it a Sam’s Summer Ale or Sex On The Beach, you do you, though you can guess which one I’d be more prone to picking). Humblebrag a little, maybe even to the point that some random person from Facebook you went to high school with almost 20 years ago becomes inherently curious watching from afar.
Sure, Jackie, you didn’t give a fuck about spotting me help in second-period chemistry when your boy had no idea what a mole was, but now you “always knew I’d make it.”
Eat shit, bro.
That aside…have you considered how amazing it is to be proud of someone else? Like, fully and entirely beaming at someone else excelling at existing?
Let me tell you a little bit about how proud I am of you, then.
You see, there will never be another you.
You are intuitive and instinctive, both in tune and curious about the world around you and the social construct of how it works.
You are of high moral character, a champion of those with less than you, with an unrelenting spirit that tries to find the brightness even in the gloom. Your heart extends to those who need it, even when you are the one who needs it most.
You are a survivor. You have overcome more than many of us could ever withstand, and carry a deep perspective that better serves all of those around you. Wise beyond your years, your road traveled leads a way for others to understand the intricacies of the challenges they may face.
You are sometimes overwhelmed by what life throws at you. But your resilience is admirable, and your drive and determination are models for others to follow.
You are fiery at times and timid at others. Your range is one of your magic tricks, and it showcases your versatility in life’s daily ups and downs.
You are quirky. You are weird. You used to think this was something to hide. Now, you embrace it, and your radiance is infectious.
You are a puzzle that I have spent a long time trying to figure out. With each piece, something is revealed. As the picture comes together, things become more anticipatory. When I’m right, it’s gratifying. When I’m wrong, it’s a lesson learned.
You love deeply, be it someone or something. If it is important to you, people will know it. And believe me, it is apparent, and it is felt.
Above all else, though, one thing rings true.
You are you. Uniquely you.
And there will never be another.