What is beauty?
We all pretend to know what it is.
But is beauty what we feel something is?
Or, do we just say something is beautiful, just to fit in?
Isn’t that what we all want?
To fit in?
What, then, is fitting in?
Thinking the way other people do?
Feeling the way other people do?
No one would be special then.
To be special, to mean something,
That is what we all crave for.
So we do what people do,
We try to fit in.
But on this path to “fitting in”,
We lose ourselves,
And forget what we are.