Whistling through the dewy leaves the bird said to me

“There you go again putting yourself down.

Look at me. I am me.

I’m happy because I’m enjoying my own reality.

You see, I found complete contentment the day I stopped

looking to be somebody else.

Look at you. You are just perfect.

Your potential is unique. There’s no other potential like yours.

So dump discontent.

Celebrate you.”