You can’t tell me that since you’ve read a sentence, a paragraph, a page, a chapter of someone’s life you now know their entire story. You know nothing except what someone chooses to let you know. Go write your story before you try reading mine.
It’s not that I’m obsessed with the way I look physically cause it really doesn’t matter in the end, but at some point in time I just can’t help it but admire how some people are just blessed with looks, intellectual intelligence, amazing physique and the vast amount of talents they have.
I’m probably good at something but I just haven’t found it yet.