I am not a genius.
I am not good-looking.
I am not athletic.
I am not outgoing.
I am not rich.
I am not connected.
I am defective.
I am not extraordinary.
Rather, quite average and boring.
I am not talented or gifted
I am not funny (I’ll admit it)
But I was placed here for a purpose.
And that makes me all but worthless.
And though everyday I feel like giving up
It is through tribulation that breeds triumph
I know love and have known it.
And I have felt success and have lost it.
And despite all that I am not and cannot
I will go on.
