Beauty? Where?

Sometimes I wish my life could be more exciting, like that of a movie star or a celebrity. But I’m not them and I don’t live their lives, so I have to make do with what I have. Excitement comes in the form of a new book or a new haircut. Occasionally it comes in a lovely gift or a new cooking recipe my family tries out (I can’t cook for my life, so it wouldn’t be me trying it). It only lasts for at least a day or two, and then I fall back into my monotonous life. Sometimes those excitements make me glad I live in the life I do, but on a day-to-day basis, I wish for something else. But as the Christmas season begins, I realize that I would never change my life for another’s. It’s just, well, my life. And though I’m probably brooding on this subject too much, I’m glad for it, and I know Thanksgiving has passed already, but I’m thankful for my family and friends in my life, and I think I should be thankful for them every day. I know I may be just a regular 5’6” teenager who goes to a college no one knows about and doesn’t have the hundreds of friends other people may have, but I’m happy. I’m happy with myself and my life and my family and my friends, and what more could I ask for? In the words of an anonymous wise person, happiness never comes to those who fail to appreciate what they already have. What I already have is good, and I appreciate it for what it is. I am not Emma Watson and I am not J.K. Rowling, but I am who I am, and that is little ol’ me. I think everyone should appreciate themselves for who they are. A person can’t be as thin as they’d like, or as smart or as good-looking as the celebrity they idolize, but every person is different and is beautiful in their own way. Call it a bunch of narcissistic crap, but I believe it, and I wish that everyone could believe it. Beauty comes in so many different forms; it only takes a moment to know that there is beauty in every person you meet. Doesn’t that just add more excitement into life knowing that?