What Is It Like In The Middle?

One walks with one’s head high, looking at the flying creatures above, but one lacks the eyes to look below and see the slithering things underfoot. One is never satisfied with one’s lot in life. The slithering things desire to become as the beautiful beings walking on the earth. The beautiful beings aspire to soar with the flying creatures. The flying creatures long for the time they can comfortably slither along the ground instead of flapping their tired wings.

Why are people never satisfied with their ephemeral bodies? There are a thousand things one can use to rationalize the ultimately meaningless pursuit of physical beauty. None of these things seem to be applicable once one pursues the equally meaningless pursuit of worldly success. Yet why does the illusion seem so real? Why do people fight over imaginary things?

It is sad when one is rejected merely on account of how one looks. It is sadder yet when those around can’t see beyond those very same looks.