I had discovered that I'm much less special than I thought I am. So whatever I find true for myself, other people might also relate to.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm not special, no more special than anybody else.
I was always told I was special. And I was also assured that I had a gift and a purpose.
I've kind of realised life is meant to be tough and everybody is in psychic and spiritual discomfort of some sort and has a burden to carry. I've realised I'm not special.
I don't see myself being special; I just see myself having more responsibilities than the next man. People look to me to do things for them, to have answers.
Every body type is different - that's what makes you unique. What makes you special is you, and you are different from the next person.
My father was an artist. When life was harder and he couldn't get jobs, he painted houses, but he was artistic. When I went to see his work, it was special. Somewhere along the line, I felt I was special. I didn't know why.
My family do not think I'm special - not one, one bit.
It is my belief that we all have the need to feel special. It is this need that can bring out the best in us, yet the worst in us.
I believe in individuality, that everybody is special, and it's up to them to find that quality and let it live.
I learned at Yale, one of the biggest lessons was to learn how special I am and therefore how totally unspecial I am. I was special among everyone else who was special. The fact that we're all so individual and that's what makes us special.