If you were to ask me, "How are you?", usually I say something along the lines of: swell, just ducky, tired, hungry, super great, etc, basically anything except "good."
because "good" gets used so much it's cliche.
like, supremely cliche.
no offense, "good".
:)
But today if you were to ask me, "How are you?" I would say, "Well, today is just a
kiwi day."
Today I felt like a
kiwi.
yes, my friends, a
kiwi.
Because you see, a kiwi is, in a word, ugly. They aren't attractive at all and they feel rough at the edges and hairy in the middle.
I am a firm believer in beauty. I don't think anyone on this planet is ugly. Everyone is beautiful.
But sometimes, we each have those days where we feel like a kiwi.
The trouble is that sometimes we fail to look on the inside.
Kiwis are actually very beautiful. They are one of the most unique fruit I have ever seen. And there probably aren't two kiwis that look the same.
Do you ever feel like a kiwi?
Like no matter how hard you try, your hair looks worse after it's "done"
than it did when you woke up?
Or that somehow your clothes don't measure up to the clothes everyone else is wearing
and you feel as though you're being judged?
Or maybe you are being attacked by the Father of All Lies (aka Satan/the devil) and he's telling you that you're not capable of success, that you were meant to fail. That what people see on the outside is how you are on the inside and you will never be able to, in a sense, be "picked."
My kiwi days usually go somewhat like this.
What are you supposed to do? When you feel one way but you know it's completely wrong? because you know you are
BeAuTiFuL
inside and out.
(Because you are)
But today you are a kiwi. And no matter how much you would rather be that pinapple over there on the beach on the cool island, you will always be a kiwi.
In my experience as a kiwi, I have learned that it's never as bad as you think.
that no matter how harry your legs feel,
how dirty your hair looks,
how red your face is,
or how wrinkled your clothes are,
it's never as bad as you think.
It may be hard to be a kiwi, but I believe that we should instead focus on being the person who reaches up and picks those off the tree or those who have fallen to the ground; those who may not have any other friend in the world but you.
Because do you remember how it felt when someone reached out and picked you up?
So the next time you feel like a kiwi,
remember that chances are someone else does too. Be kind. Be a friend. Because by strengthening others we strengthen ourselves.
With love and kiwifruit,
Sunshine