Hey friends,
Pull up a chair and let’s have a little chat. Imagine this as one of those warm evenings on the porch, where the air is thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and the fireflies are dancing their merry jig. I’ve got a tale to spin, and it’s one I’ve picked up along the winding roads of my life.
You see, life’s a lot like that little coffee shop downtown – the one with the quirky barista who has a new tattoo every week and insists on spelling your name wrong on your cup. Sometimes, you’re the cappuccino – smooth, frothy, and a little bit of heaven. And sometimes, you’re the day-old scone – stale, overlooked, and a little crumbly around the edges. But here’s the kicker: you’re worth savoring every single day, whether they get your name right or not.
There was a time, back in my heyday, when I fancied myself a bit of a poet. I wooed a lovely young lady with verses that would make Shakespeare blush. But she had the appreciation skills of a rock. Every sonnet I penned, every flower I picked, was met with a blank stare and a yawn that could rival a lion’s. I spent years trying to be seen by someone who couldn’t even bother to squint in my direction.
And that, my dear, was a waste of perfectly good poetry.
You see, people are funny creatures. Some will see you for the masterpiece you are – a glorious blend of Van Gogh’s starry nights and Da Vinci’s precision. Others? They’ll treat you like a thrift store painting, unable to see the brilliance amidst the dust. But you’ve got to remember, it’s not about them. It’s about you.
You are the curator of your own gallery. You get to decide who walks through the doors and who gets to stay. If someone doesn’t appreciate the beauty and effort you bring into their life, they’re not just missing out – they’re downright undeserving.
Think about those times when you’ve been there for someone, offering a shoulder to cry on, a joke to lighten the mood, or simply your time and attention. Those moments are golden. They’re the tiny threads that weave the fabric of our relationships. And if someone can’t see the shimmer in those threads, well, they’re not worth the tapestry you’re creating.
Let me give you a little secret I’ve learned over the years. It’s not about finding people who will appreciate you. It’s about surrounding yourself with those who already do. Those who see your quirks and flaws and love you not despite them, but because of them. Those are your people. Cherish them.
Now, I’m not saying you should go around with a magnifying glass, inspecting everyone’s appreciation levels. No, life’s too short for that kind of fuss. But be mindful of where you invest your time and energy. Be as choosy with your company as you are with your late-night snacks.
So, the next time you find yourself feeling unappreciated, remember this: you are a treasure, a rare find, a gem. If someone can’t see your worth, it’s their loss, not yours. Walk away with your head held high and your heart intact. Because those who truly deserve you? They’ll never let you doubt your value for a second.
And with that, let’s raise our metaphorical glasses – to knowing our worth, to seeking out those who see it, and to never settling for anything less. Here’s to you, my young friend, and the dazzling masterpiece that you are.
Cheers
Digital Grandpa