If this isn't "real life," then what is it? Every burning tear down my cheek was real. Every laugh from my belly was real. The joys, the sorrows, all felt real. 

I have clawed down to the very pit where the dirty feet of my soul lies. Are you saying that this "free-trial" of "not life" is because of my lack of emotional depth? I know each of my emotions personally. I know their names. 

Why do adults look down on me when I am already taller than some of them?

WHY DO I WASTE MY TIME COMPARING MYSELF TO OTHERS???

We all have our own problems, our own faults, the little imperfections that drive us crazy. Instead of viewing some on top of a mountain, our eyes should take a look around and realize that we are all drowning in the filth we produce. 

Good thing someone who is clean is willing to drag us out of the misery if we take His Hand.