Lord, child you are unstoppable

To those people who look into the mirror and see beauty stare back please tell me how you can decide that of all the faces of the world yours happened to be beautiful. Tell me how, when beauty is created out of such rare circumstances and that it's almost hard to believe it even exists, you think you were deserving of this. What in you mind goes, "Well yes, I am beautiful" when it's obvious that it isn't an average thing. When it's not a gift for everyone to have, you at some point have decided in your mind that you will have it. Even with people telling you that you are beautiful shouldn't you question it, your beauty. People who have someone close to them die ask why it had to happen to them, why did they have to experience the grief and heartache. For every person that dies there are a handful of people at least who will be mourning them. Around a quarter of a million people die each day on Earth, that's a lot of mourning. That's a lot of people questioning God, Life, The Universe; asking why it had to happen to them. Still there are a lot of people who will look at themselves and decide that they are beautiful and not even think to ask why.