Last week (at least I think it was last week, don’t hold me to it) I read a blog that talked about how the author wasn’t special, as 99% of the world. At first I thought, how sad is it that this person views the world this way, and themselves. I mean, everyone is special in some way, right? They talked about how everyone thinks their children are special but the reality was they weren’t. Their kids weren’t going to grow up and develop world peace, no statue were going to be dedicated to them, there was not going to be any Federal Holiday dedicated to them. Those kids were not going to grow up and cure cancer, or become rich and famous, that in fact they would probably live the same ordinary lives that their family before them had. Grow up, get married, have kids, probably divorce then re-marry and just try hard to etch out a life for them. After finishing this blog my heart kind of hurt for the writer, well not only the writer but for myself as well because I could understand what he was saying.
Honestly, are we really special? What are we doing with our everyday life that makes us any more special then the person who sits next to us on the metro, or the guy who is making his way through rush hour traffic to get to his job that he hates to make the money to pay to support his kids? I’m guessing nothing. There are those few that dedicate their lives to helping others, nurses, doctors, police, firemen, military personnel ect. Those people are in fact special. Me personally, I work for a CDL training school. I’m a paper pusher, my job is not special, and after this last few years I have decided I am not special. I’m sure my husband and kids would disagree with that but the truth is the truth. So now that I have figured this out, does it change anything? No, it doesn’t. I wasn’t special yesterday, last week, last year and I won’t be tomorrow, next week or next year. I am just who I am, and that’s all I’ll ever be. I continue to work to support my babies, try to give them so much more then I did (although I’m failing miserable at that) and live life day to day. It’s all I can do, it’s all anyone can do. Sure there will be special moments, but that doesn’t make us special.