Just because you are young you think your youthful.
Walk in another’s shoes.
Just because your smart you think your special.
Educated does not make you street smart.
Just because your pretty you think you are better than others.
Until the make up comes off.
But you forgot.
Youth comes from health, it becomes the emotions mindful on the inside then experienced on the outside.
Special is an adjective used on paper. We are all equal in being human. Born from nothing and when death comes we all die the same.
Whose pretty? What does pretty do? Can it make you happy?
Something inside feels what we perceive on the outside. It’s all an illusion.
Youth, smart, pretty, elder, mentor, wise.
Become something more.