Accepting.

When you're a child, acceptng something, is easy.
Children learn to appreciate beauty in all forms. Friendships form. And we're all getting along.
Now, skip foreword fourteen years. It's High School. The training's over with. We find ourselves, seeking something.
A companion. A friend. A lover. Anything to get attention. Try some make-up. It might make you prettier.
We start to learn that the world isn't as black and white as we thought. We want to be noticed. To be told 'you're beautiful.'
We want affection. To be noticed. To be bold.
Desperate for the love we desire. Forgetting the friendships we forged before. That's all in the past now.
The simple pleasures are no more. We're 'growing up.' We're a little older. Wiser.
We kid around, getting into the popular crowd. We want so much..
To try new things. To, press the boundaries laid before us. We're untouchable. Invincible.
Now, skip foreword ten years. Going on thirty.
Ask yourself. Was it worth it?
Drugs. Attention. Rebellion. Affection. Smile. The magic works.
Your sky will be brighter when you look in the mirror.
Look at your reflection.
Now you are, a little older and wiser. You've learned, even if only just a little.

The world isn't as clear-cut as you first thought..

~End~