Believe it or not, I’m one in a million.
A million authors writing to entertain others.
A million poets bleeding their souls onto the page.
A million people trying to help others.
A million people who are actually loyal.
A million teachers going the extra mile for their kids.
A million people caring for someone they love.
It might be easy to get lost in the crowd.
It’s easy to feel insignificant.
One tree among a million in the forest, so to speak.
But I know I am one in a million.
We all write and grieve and serve and give of ourselves differently.
Each of us is unique.
Each of us is a distinct blend of personality, talent and substance.
Not a single one of us is worthless.
I may not stand out among the million.
I may never strike it rich or become famous.
I may never be someone else’s ideal.
I cannot be perfect.
The truth is, I don’t have to.None of us do.
What matters is the contrast with some of the other people on this planet: the hateful, the cruel, the greedy, the selfish, the power-hungry, the narcissists.
What matters is that I stand against the things they accept.
What matters is that I am true to who I am, to my priorities, my values, my faith.
What matters is integrity.
That’s what stands out in this world.
That, more than anything else, makes me one in a million.