Specialness

Over eight billion people in the world.
Scattered within those myriad masses are a few special people. They possess intelligence, charisma, skill, creativity, passion, influence, drive, or beauty in a way that is beyond others. They stand out because they are not average.
You possess all of those together. Now I’m sure you would wave your hand and deny that, but I would be ready to recount your life story and show you where all of them appear. Your skill and drive are so high that you probably only see your deficiencies (and they only are deficient because they don’t match your lofty goals). You are very special.
There’s not a single person that I have met, no matter their position in life, that if I had the chance, I’d be unwilling to introduce you to with joy. That is a rare thing.
Even the way that you doubt those things within you makes you special, because it keeps you from the arrogance of so many others. A crown jewel of good on the brow of a stunning woman.

I have to explain the other side for the rest to matter.

I know who and what I am. I can look in the mirror just fine. I see the man who stares back. I can trace his life, his abilities, and his results.
I really am nothing. Not a single one of those traits manifests in me. If they do, they are so twisted and backward that they erase any impact.
No one longs to be with me, while you have no true shortage. No one looks at me with anything more than necessity or annoyance. If I were to vanish from the world, my existence would be forgotten in six months or less.

There is the final sign of your specialness.
At one point, for no reason other than your kindness, you glanced my way and shared some of your light with me. For a few short luminous months I felt like something with value.
Worthless ugly clay, misshapen and broken, but I felt like a Ming base while you were with me.

The only time I have been special, was standing next to you. That’s because you are so Incredibly special.