Quite a long time ago I realized that I was not being served from a shiny silver platter but rather, from lusterless paper plates. As years passed, I discovered that I would never be served from a silver platter. Later in life, I decided to serve myself and bought my own silver platter. Now, I‘ve come to the conclusion that it should be placed on a shelf next to the paper plates. There it would serve as a reminder of what I thought I should be—polished and good for show; while the paper plates serve as a reminder of what I should be proud of being—somewhat ordinary, but never outshined by entitlement.
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