We're all different every year, every phase, every new opportunity to change. We're all born with dreams, grow with hope, mature to fit reality, but as we grow old we realize that reality didn't exist. It was a false idea to fit the excuse of several undetermined bodies. Accepting a non existent reality is another excuse for quitting and buring the self guilt of weakness with the word of growing to "mature". A butterfly goes through a phase where she starts to suffer through pain and being looked down on and disgusted by humans by just living on the ground, but she soon morphs to become a beautiful butterfly, that was her dream, not a reality. Many are stuck in the cacoon phase, they've grown comfortable inside and live inside and have grown inside of it. They never knew what it would be like to be outside of it, they thought that was their reality.