You’re too good for this.

You are.  You’re too complex, too interesting, too extraordinary…

You’re too good for this.  This means you.

Do you realize the infinitesimal chance you had to exist?  You.  You were conceived out of all of the possible combinations of DNA and chromosomes and all that jazz.  You were given life.  You were born with a purpose.  With your own mind, your own heart, and your own soul.  You have colors in your face, you have blood rushing through beautifully twisted veins that electrifies you.  You have breath welling up inside you, breath that can be spoken, sung, or silent.

You are.

You live now.  Not in ancient Greece, imperial Japan, or the European Renaissance.  You live in a time that the greatest minds in history have only ever dreamed about.

You live now, in this moment.  There are people who were living yesterday who are not alive now.

You are.

You live now.  Tomorrow may not come for me.  It may not come for you.  No matter who you are, nobody is ever promised that they will live another day, or even take another breath.  But you are alive now.

And you’re too good for this.  You’re too good to be bored, lazy or apathetic.  You’re too good to be angry over things you can’t control.   You’re too good to hate yourself for who you are or who you aren’t.  You’re too good to be used.

You’re too good to be consumed by somebody else’s perception of perfection.  You’re too good to stand in front of a mirror, hating yourself.  You’re too good to be obsessed with something as fleeting as beauty.

That’s too predictable for you.

Because you are a living soul.

You have fingerprints.  You have thoughts.  You have dreams.  You have a heartbeat.  You imagine.  You wonder.  You smile.  You cry.  You feel.  You are.

You are.