living by the day...

What is being special? “Special” may be defined in many ways, measured in numerous accounts and accounted for in innumerable instances. But the question here is, why I, Amby, am special. Throughout my life, I have been told by mostly everyone I know how special I was. But I couldn’t determine how, exactly. So now that I’m aged a bit, I can have a better view from the top.

First and foremost, I believe I am special because of my talent in music. Looking back, I was a very enthusiastic and fun child. I was told that I was already singing before I could even walk. And I started playing piano when I was four. My love for music led me to pursue my course (Music Education). People say I took up a useless course, but I contest everyone who says so. A few are only gifted with such skills in reading notes five, six up to ten at a time. Identifying what notes were played all together and the technicalities given into it. A few barely survive in the Conservatory, resulting in students either shifting courses or dropping out of the program. And I am proud to say: I AM ONE OF THE VERY FEW! Gifts are not given to just about anyone, and I’m thankful and humbled to be graced with such a gift.

VERSATILE—I think is the best way that I would describe myself. Think of me as a chameleon. I can bled easily into my environment and survive it. I can be prominent at the same way stealthy. People do not adapt easily, but for some reason I’m one of the very few who can.

But most of all, I am special because I know that God is with me. He never fails to keep me under His wings whenever I stray. And that He makes sure I have good friends to help me up when I’m down. I’ve made mistakes in the past but I do not regret making any of them. Because if I hadn’t made them, I wouldn’t know how to make things right.

The things is, I can say that I am special in instances where I know I am special. But in the eyes of people I know, I am seen differently. Being dubbed “special” can be attested in many ways. But in my terms, it all boils down to being UNIQUE.

I am what I am. I am my own special creation. So come take a look. Give me the hook or the ovation.

It’s my world that I want to have a little pride in. My world, and it’s not a place I have to hide in.

I don’t need praise. I don’t need pity. I bang my own drum, some think it’s noise, I think it’s pretty.

I am what I am. And what I am needs no excuses. I deal my own deck, sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces.

It’s one life and there’s no return and no deposit. One life, so it’s time to open up your closet.

Life’s not worth a damn until I can say: “Hey world! I am what I am!”

I am good.

I am strong.

I am worthy.

I belong.

I am useful.

I am true.

I am somebody.

I am as good as you.