Destiny?

Everybody likes beautiful things

Dear mother Earth created human beings,
So here we are,
Being nurtured, developed, globalized

You, him, her, we all are being born differently
But God would have faith in everyone of us,
We have had our own destiny,
Our own way of beauty

Like some of the people,
They are born to be beauties;
Or like another group of people,
They are born to be genius;

As I've mentioned,
Everyone shines in their own way....

why not me?