Beautiful.

Sometimes I say things that are rude.
Sometimes I'm {overly} lazy.
Sometimes I'm angry.
Sometimes I just pick out all my faults.

Why do people pick out the worst things about themselves?
"Ugh, why do I always do really badly at art?"
"Why the heck is my hair so stupid and uncooperative?"
Maybe it's true that I'm being a hypocrite with that last 'sometimes'. So what? You've heard it a million times; 'God made you to be beautiful'. And I'm not going to go all religious here, but the message is right, and it is beautiful.

You were made that way. You were made to be beautiful. No, it's not a defect or accident that you can't sing 'nicely' or are shy. You were made that way. If we were all the same, it'd be a mighty boring world. You have other talents and things that so many other people would like to have.
You have so much freedom. You may not think it, but I can bet you, that even the older men and women in third world countries don't have as much freedom as you.
You have choice and you have 'valued' opinion.

You're beautiful.

Ich Liebe meine gitarre

Even when your fingers hurt.

Even when it doesn't sound right.

Even when that string breaks.

Even that song makes you sad.

Even when it's hard to play.

Even when you're 'making a racket'

Never mind what people say,

Meine Gitarre ist hier zu bleiben.

 Yet, when it all boils down, you're happy. You've just let yourself go. You've conquered that chord. You've got a huge wave of clapping from your little party piece. You've done some mighty fancy finger-work. You've expressed yourself. You've lost yourself. You've made yourself a new friend.

Ja, ich liebe meine gitarre.

Noticing

AnywayI just noticed, people don't notice enough. Detail is important. Don't just read a book, notice a book. I just noticed that my keyboard is dusty. Most people would just continue with what they were doing and never notice until it became the leaning tower of dust balls.
Keep your eye wide open. You could notice something that's worth it.

Basket Fox
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