My Unwritten Piece

A book

I just realized that we are all a book. You cannot define them by their covers and you cannot know their story by looking at it. Each one has its own story plots, chapters and endings. You can never know if someone's okay not unless you opened his/her book and read the pages. They may look beautiful and fine, but inside their pages are stained by tears. They may look strong on the outside but once you read their book, you will realize that they are at their weakest point and ready to be torn. You cannot define and judge others. They may look perfect to your eyes, but in their pages they want to die. So, I realized that some are envious, jealous or discouraged and afraid because they thought they are reading the whole story, without knowing that they are just reading some of the chapters.