I know a girl who is not like any other. Most people…they’re like most people. A not-so-well understood truth is that humans are more similar than they are dissimilar. But, it is the small differences that mark a person as different, unique, special. A chimpanzee shares 95% of our genetic make-up. Only a tiny 5% so distinctly sets mankind apart. So it is within the human race, but rather than genetic differences, they are differences in character. My love has a different character.
Most people are regular, standard, common, ordinary, normal, average. The definition of average confirms this truth. There are some people who fall short of ordinary and are below average, or substandard. The girl I know is extraordinary.
The irregular, or uncommon, fall on one of two sides of the human spectrum. Regardless of which side, these people are different—aberrations—or in another word, freaks. Freaks stand out, for better or for worse, and these are their two sides. The first: those who are dramatically less capable; less beautiful; not up to par with the norm. The second: those who are substantially more capable; more beautiful; sublimely higher than the norm. I know a girl who is hauntingly—majestically—beyond the median.
What distinguishes my love from the common? She is a girl who deviates from the mean in 5% of her character.
1. Self-value. Most people are seeking a validation to their self-worth. They want to feel needed, beautiful. My love has discovered her value, and refuses to cheapen herself.
2. Humility. Many people act as they do because they’re convinced they are superior; it is everyone else who is inferior. By acting in such a way, they forget themselves. My love remembers who she is. She does not rely upon others to remind her.
3. Maturity. Maturing takes time, and some develop more rapidly than others. In an averagely developed world, my love has grown quickly. She has refined herself, and ripened; she is the perfect pick.
4. Passion. Humans are a passionate people, but passions vary. While most dedicate their lives to more frivolous fervors, my love has passionately devoted herself to Truth and Right (eousness). She obtains wisdom, and inscribes the morals onto the page of her heart using the fire from her blazing spirit. As a result, my love becomes constantly finer, purer.
5. Grace. Most people consider how a thing directly affects their own circumstance. My love has grace, and she analyzes the effects on the whole, rather than a singular part.
This is God’s grace.
Humans are more alike than they are different. A measly 5% changes someone from chimpanzee to a completely different creature. My love’s 5% deviance transforms her, too. Her radiance burns more brilliantly than any being I’ve beheld. She is the only human being I’ve ever known, of all the humans I’ve ever met, whose inside accurately reflects the stunning beauty of her outside.
The girl I know—my love—is a freak.
Loogi? Thanks, Blogspot. I've had to spit in the garbage three times since seeing that.
