colors surround us.
works of art are seen in every thing we do...
we refuse to see through the eyes of those who love us
for fear that we will not find something good enough to love
and therefore cannot recognize our own personal worth.
we constantly challenge ourselves to be so much better than the next person,
yet we ignore the fact that one can only be as good as they themselves will allow.
we are not them even though we would like to be.
we only see them running their race,
but fail to realize that they, on there side think the same about the next guy up.
and always are we comparing.
our excuse for not achieving is 'but he is better than me...I'm no competition'
and they look down in pity from the pedastal we ourselves put them on and say
'oh but the wonders you could've rought if only you'd tried'
and we dwell on it and we die
and we look back and wish, saying, 'if only i had tried'