So, they called you average. What is 'average' anyway? Are you going to let their taunts get in your way? Or will you rise, will you soar above the judgments, their negativity? For some though, they’re more inclined to sink and this image is more than dreary. Some hearts can break at the slightest twinge of criticism, the human twang of strummed attack, average, average, average, is this what you are? No, my darling, my dear, I’ll speak of their words as if I’m breaking forth from Criticism’s prison with ease. Awaken at every moment that you’re challenged about who you are, average is as average does, this you are not, and let me tell you this: these taunts are coming from afar. They are nonsense, they are preying upon your insecurities, in fact, can you now hear the echoes of their words within the reverberation of your quiet words, their intentions clearly seen? Because to bring another down is cowardly and unkind, why use such words with such power to cause a sense of worthlessness, a light removed from their eyes? The shine of self-confidence and hope can sadly lose their gleam. But average you are not, never, you outshine those letters arranged and intended cruelly, hear my words instead, you are amazing and strong and true, allow your confidence to rise through and through. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Photo by Houcine Ncib on Unsplash
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