Snowflakes

I'm wishing I was a snowflake,
blown here and there by the wind.
They don't have to wonder
if they're good enough--
if they'll ever succeed,
if anyone really likes them for who they are.
They don't get criticized for
making easy mistakes.
They're unique and beautiful,
in their own ways.
They never have to put on a mask,
trying to hide their real feelings.
They don't have to pretend
to be someone else.
They don't have to decide
what they want to do
and what God wants them to do instead.
They have no guilt, no fear,
they never make wrong choices,
they're not disrespectful,
they don't disobey,
they don't get emotional,
they seem to have it perfect.
They don't have to worry about
falling in the wrong spot--
God directs their every move.
And yet, at the same time,
since they have no guilt,
they have no joy,
they have no love,
they don't get a chance to make a right choice,
they never get to show respect,
they don't have the option to obey,
they don't get to feel with others,
and I have to question if
they do have it perfect.
Maybe being me is better...