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Friday, December 08, 2006

Special Or Loved?

Special.
everybody seems to want to be special.
Some recognise that they're special - just like everyone else.
Others see themselves as the one and only themselves - not like everybody else.
That everybody else just kind of all look,sound and feel the same.

So now, most of us are a year older, supposedly a year wiser and more in tune with the rest of the world.
But somehow, I've come to realise that despite all that comes with getting older, we all wanna feel how we did when we were kids : that we are special.

Let's take birthdays for instance. See, there's the whole birthday cake with the candles on it ritual which no birthday would seem complete without. The birthday kiddos sit in the centre with the cake and everyone around him or her is supposed to sing the birthday kiddos the orthodox "happy birthday to you" song.

Then there's the 'prize presentation ceremony', whereby the witnesses of this being's passing of age hands the kiddo a birthday present. And the kiddo opens it, squeals/gasps/smiles weakly/swears/insert whichever emotion befitting of the situation, before thanking the givers for their kind thought and gesture graciously(provided our character in mind is taught proper manners of course).

Personally, such 'rituals' really look like something that screams ,
"HEY !!! LOOK AT ME, I AM SPECIAL!!!" , no matter the setting.

But people seem to forget one thing.
More then special, we want to feel loved.

Kinda duH, but you'd be surprised how many people actually come to comprehend this innate desire to feel loved. To be special, is to be irreplaceable to a certain someone or group of people. To be loved, is to be someone who brings joy to that person loving you. You can be 'special' without being loved, but you most certainly cannot be loved without being 'special' .

You could be some lucky kid with the most awesome and elaborate birthday party ever possibly planned and executed, attended by the coolest and most dazzling crowd ever. Or perhaps the priciest and desired gifts created by the consumerist markets we are embedded in today. Yes, you're the special kid.

Maybe you'd be just some random kid with just a a handful of friends who remembered your birthday. Perhaps the only form of birthday ritual you had was a simple and plain cake cum birthday song with your immediate family. Or dinner with some of those handful of people who've remembered your birthday, minus the befallen Angel cos' she couldn't make it on time. Followed by what might seem uninteresting to most prying eyes wandering about unfamiliar grounds here, but chockful of memories for you - the drunkard like strolls, the tourist-gaze upon everything and anything around you, coffee at some over popularised and overrated coffee joint.
With the random surprises closer to home but from yet another branch of that over popularised and overated coffee joint.

Are you special? Maybe.
Are you loved? Definitely.

I'm glad I'm that random kid.

I'm 18, my darlings.
Aging never felt so AWESOME.
:)

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