Some people may like you because of your social status, others may love you because of your money and many may respect you because of your knowledge but only a few may like, love and respect you for who you are.
Human life can be liken to that of a flower, its beautiful when it blooms, though yours may delay but when it blooms, it will be the rarest and the most beautiful of all.
Life may not treat you the way you expect, so you may not treat her the way she expect, but whichever the way, be brave and prepared when she comes.
I have watched the ways of the world. She makes promises like a dream and her treasures are an alluring mirage. Humanity cling desperately to mortal life in order to gratified this dream and its treasures. This I have seen to be the root of human suffering.