And you, with your sugary disposition and uneven temper, trying to solve all of the problems of the universe while maintaining your innocence and youth, you are my favorite. You, because you are unashamedly you. You fear nothing, save for your own inadequacy. You fear no one, except for God. You are unbroken, even though you walk on glass and shoulder the world. You remain your own, despite the efforts of those who try to claim you. You are my favorite because you know how to be disliked. Ridicule and judgement no longer bothers you, because if you know who you are, why does it matter what anyone else thinks? Once, you tried to be something you were not. And once was one time too many.
There's only one problem. You don't know how incredible you are. Your life is far from easy, and yet you're convinced that you have no reason to complain, because others have it harder still. Your discomfort escapes in the form of other emotions - such as love, and anger - and they come out in waves. Energy dispels forth from within you with the ferocity of winds like the kinds that topple ships and shake mountains. You are the winds. Your passion is the kind that shakes mountains and tints the sky a deeper shade of blue. And I wish you could see that blue, the way I see it whenever you move.
You are in constant motion, and that is good. How good it is to move; a relentless force uninhibited by the need for direction. Don't wait, child. Don't dream. There's no time for sleep. Move and climb and shake and love, because you're already halfway home.
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