It’s the surface,
It gleams and shines,
It doesn’t explain quality,
It’s just words that you know,
Feeling that you felt,
A place you’ve been,
A thought you processed.
You know that you are capable,
That you are a good enough person,
But the world just wants you to be bold,
So bold that you are almost a different person.
You succeed, you worry, you sweat, you love,
But you fail sometimes.
That’s life. It doesn’t mean you are done,
It means that you need more strength,
More practice, more support, more love.
It is superficial that the world cannot tell you otherwise.
That if it was easy versus if it was given to you.
The kindest people are often the most talented.
In what field, I do not know.