The Illusion of Special

Since young I was trained by most around me and my environment to see me as special, expectional, the one. I drank the koolaide , so much so that I started selling the koolaide to everyone I come in contact with. Everyone I look at I look down on, needing many kicks in a day to confirm I’m better than everyone. Spreading this disease that others are less and provoking them to want to be special too.

It’s resulted in living a meaningless life, missing the beauty in everyone and everyday living. Where I have nothing to offer other than this disease I made mine.

The question now is can I put this down after living it my whole life? What does it mean to live ordinary, to be a part, to not need the constant high?

All I can say for now is I take responsibility for my action. To witness and catch myself when I make me more. To be an example of what not to be and what to dismiss. And to be open to letting this corrosion fall away. 🙏