InsaneJournal

Special, as a word, I've always thought, can be just as positive or negative as most words -- and perhaps most of all, the word unique. To exist above, beyond or outside the norm is never an option, rarely a desire. To be special is to be hated, it is to disappoint, it is to persevere for change and enlightenment, it is to teach, to learn and to lie.


William Carlos Williams once said that poets 'are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of angels.' and I believe that this is true for anyone who is extraordinary. It is a gift as it is a curse, you may exceed all expectations but your own -- or none.

I think that's why I've always liked knitting.