Why do we want to recreate what God has already created perfect? Why do we want to be who we’re not, and put so much energy into being who we can’t be? Is it the mirror that tells us who we are? How do we understand anything other then what we see with our eyes? What a limited life of wasteful struggles we create for ourselves. All the while missing the truest essences of who we are. The beauty that lies beneath the layers of skin, muscles and bones. What is this body without the soul, but an empty shell lying on the beach.