I should be grateful because being sensitive allows me to see so much!
I see hidden talents, and sometimes hidden hurts, that others can't see in themselves.
I see potential in progress, and moments of perfection in otherwise imperfect performances.
I see beauty in places that others find mundane.
I see blessings in challenges.
I see happiness in tears.
I see strength in scars.
I see art in all things.
Then why do I sometimes dream of changing?
People with these sensitivities tend to hide their true feelings, and that means we tend to feel alone in our vulnerability. But I know there are others out there, and I hope that maybe one or more of them will read this and be encouraged. Of course, many people with a thicker skin don't understand just how deep these feelings can run, so their sarcastic or one-sided remarks can sting a lot more than they intend. But I keep hoping that one day I'll spread a little compassion by sharing these ideas of mine. As a sarcastic person myself, I'm not objecting to sarcasm in all cases; I just wish that people knew when to respond with wit and when to respond with love.
Overall, I'm learning that I'm most worn down when stuck inside these feelings about myself, but when I consider all that I can see in--or do for--others...Well, I guess that makes me grateful that I'm sensitive, and I'd like to stay that way.