We're always looking up to someone better someone more. Wanting to be faster, more attractive, famous, smarter, more talented, taller. We chase after the fools gold held up by ubiquitous insecurities. We begin to grow as cold and lifeless as these expectations. Sacrificing ourselves to be them. But who even is them. The wealthy but isolated CEO, the doctors that spend over 8 years studying having to prove themselves, the models who are photoshopped? 

Aren't we all just humanity assailed by the worlds profanity, just trying to find an answer, an audition, or a cure. Coming home each night bearly escaping a fight because success has become more valuable than family. Full yet empty, rage and hopelessness begin to metastasize through our human species. 

But wait there is hope.

Because we are all just paper bags filled with sand from different places

Being exposed to different faces.

Different traces of emotion 

That help, or hinder us in pushing through all this commotion

Where will you travel

Who will you become

Just because you feel empty

Doesn't mean your done

If you haven't become your own role model or hero

That just means you have your adventure yet to come

There is more to be seen more to be done

You're journey is to discover the most lustrous jewel

The most lustrous jewel which is in you.