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Unprecedented and Unduplicated

I have sat and watched those trained to move with beauty perform on spot-lit stages, while I am in the darkened audience admiring the way they control their movements to convey emotion.


I have stood in line for five hours and then walked on tired feet through an art exhibit, awe-struck by the pure and undefiled brilliance of Picasso’s work merely inches from my eyes as I drank in the masterful talent he placed on canvas.


I have sang the lines penned by someone else’s hand in their darkest or brightest hours, I have sang the verses and choruses they composed to show the place where they stood and the melody they heard as they stood there.


But it is time that I danced, painted, and sang my own songs.


I do not need to be the best at anything I do- I simply must be myself as I do it. Never before has anyone been me, nor will anyone ever be. I am unprecedented, unduplicated, and a remarkable work of art simply because of who I am.


Thank You, Father, for making me who I am.

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