There is a beautiful butterfly in my place and I feel bad because its wings are partially scarred(plus the wind current caused it to fly to where my place is at).

so the thing about the glorification of youth (and linked notion of youth = beauty) is that, ideally, we're old for so much longer than we are young, and that leaves many of us a very small window to be "as beautiful as we'll ever be" and I would like us to kick that social conditioning in the teeth