Epiphany
In life, I always saw other people, their talents...their abilities...their culture, and wanted what they had. Little did I notice my OWN talents...my OWN abilities...my OWN culture. Reflecting, I saw that yes, I may want what they've got, but others want what I've got. And thus I've learned to be content with me.
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