what does being good enough feel like?

that poor duckling, sad and grey
he knew he was different from the rest
he was told it was bad to be different
he believed it was bad to be different
he grew to feel more and more inadequate each day
when he finally grew into himself,
into a beautiful swan,
he could finally embrace his differences
but only because they made him the same
the same as other swans
he finally felt as though he belonged somewhere
there's no such thing as different
there's no such thing as adequate