Monday, December 31, 2012
I’m proud of being weird and I say so because it means I am not like others. The acceptance of feeling “weird” is the acceptance that you love what you love and other people love what they love. The true beauty lies within not needing to call out other people’s loves in a negative light, but rather to be inquisitive about them. That is when you see their eyes sparkle when speaking of their passions, for who does not love to speak of the things they love. And though it may be something unimpressive or uninteresting to you sometimes it’s enough just to see that sparkle and realize that your care positively affects that person and leaves a deep impression; in turn, it positively affects and leaves an impression upon yourself.