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I am not that special and this is a reality. I am part of the zillions of human being living on Planet Earth. It’s glaring I breathe in the same air and blood runs through my vein. I eat food grown in the soil of this planet and drink from the body of waters which surround it.

Clearly, I am not a special specie the world is yet to discover. I communicate through speech, gesture and signs. I am a mother like loads of various women from various cultures and background.

I Am No Special Than You

I am not special in any way. I have needs and feelings. Many of my dreams had gone to early graves. But, a few them became vison and came alive just like yours.

My opinions matters so are yours. Streams of thoughts pass through my mind daily; noisy inaudible chatters obstructing the quietness of my mind. Hormones swimming through my tissue fluids stimulating the cells in my body to specific reactions. My reactions differ with each event and scenario.

There are people high in my hierarchy of respect and there are those who have never been pedestrians of my mind. I am human just like you. The complexity of my taste with its exotic nature attracts those in my league. Contrasting as I might be, there are people just like me.

Without a doubt, I am not different from the girl next door. Hot tears gush out of me when hurt. My emotion a book for many to read.

Sometimes I Step On Boundaries.

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As a human, I sometimes step on boundaries. I am not afraid to apologise for my wrongs for the monsters in my chatters would seldom take over. I take ownership of my actions. Learning from correction makes me tick. Respect is given to those who are brave enough to express their disappointments of me. I stand to be corrected.

I excrete waste only fit for the loo. I sleep when tired and eat when hungry. I have some personal issues I don’t wish to share with many. You see, I am not that important.

I am prone to mistakes, I get things wrong just like many. I am only me. Not that important.

I Am A Speck Of Dust

My existence as Sherryfah will be forgotten in a few generations and I would become an ordinary speck of dust. I am mortal like every being and our stay here are numbered.

Undoubtedly, of what point is it not to try? Does it really worth it to continually dwell in bitterness? To hold others up for the wrong they knew nothing about? To keep grudges when only you knew of your bitterness?

I am not special and you are not. We are the inhabitant of the world for a time appointed. We could be great if we choose to be. We could live in peace if we choose the path. Falling, stumbling, climbing are all part of our existence. We learn and make use of our experience.

I am an imperfect human just like you. What I am is more than special. I am part of the human race.