I am only one person.  My heart only beats so many times per minute, and I can walk only so many steps per hour.  My hair grows, but grows slowly, and my nose can identify so many different scents at a time.  

Being extraordinary was normal for me in the past.  I didn't deserve to be alive unless I was something out of this world.  How ironic that sounds and is to me now.  I don't believe that this is true anymore...  Though I do have a part of me that still could easily be sucked back into thinking in this unheatlhy, cruel, unrealistic way, the better fraction of me fights to defend my ow meaning- just because.  God put me here, and that IS big enough reason.  Despite my weaknesses, I have every right to have a life.