I would like to make an exchange.
Well, for a long time I thought that was true. I thought being richer or prettier or more loved/lovable would make my life better than the one I had.
Maybe it would have, but you know what? As I got a bit older I began to see something I hadn’t noticed before. I couldn’t decide whose life I might want to exchange my life for. No movie star or rich jet setter or runway model, no one.
You know why? Because then I’d be them instead of me. Now, I’m not perfect or even close to it, by external standards, but I am the only one who can be me.
I don’t know why being me is so important, and maybe it isn’t in the small picture, but I’ve come to believe that in the grander scheme of things I’m very important, maybe even critical.
So I’m just one pixel in a 10 megabyte picture but maybe I’m the one pixel that puts the gleam of light in the eye of the model or something. Or maybe I’m the one pixel that clarifies the whole picture. Without me, it’s just a jumble.
I’ll never know, of course. But one thing I can say without doubt is that my life has made me me and I don’t want to exchange that for being someone else.
So, thank you very much, but I’ve changed my mind. I’ll just take my life and keep it after all.
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