Cheers to the Teenage Years
One
-Emma-
Let's say it: our society is fucked up. Not just our society specifically, but the whole world's collective society. It's morals, it's values. What it thinks is right or wrong. Although there may be variations between cultures, they are all more or less the same.
What's fucked up, is that adults look down on lower generations. That's what I don't like. That's why I don't want to be here.
Adults treat teenagers as if they're stupid and know nothing. This isn't true. We spent our whole lives growing and learning and doing what the adults told us, and they still accuse us of being lazy and of not caring about anything. Contradicting themselves, adults blame the fucked up world on us, saying that we should know better even though we are apparently too dumb to handle anything. They use us as an excuse to their problems, and it's not okay. I hate it. I don't want to live like this.
They blame anything on us, but always forget to remember who raised them.
Another reason why the world is fucked up is that in our human lives, there is no time to enjoy any of it. From the beginning we are programmed like machines to grow up, go to school, graduate, get a job, settle down with a spouse, start a family, retire. In that cycle that has been carved into an over-arching stone over the minds of every human being, there is no time to branch out and enjoy ourselves. One comes to realize that we are bred to contribute to populating the earth further, and then to die.
The teenage years are the only time when you are completely free. It is the short time between when you have fully grown your wings, and the time that society clips them.
Before, I was just another mindless robot, ready to fulfill that cycle. But a boy stepped into my life rather rudely, and demanded that I branch out, that i break the mold that has been used millions too many times.
I want to be completely free. I want to not give a shit about money, or school, or starting a family. The only thing that I am worried about now, is now. I couldn't care less about who I used to be, and I'm excited to see where I'm going, but the only thing that I am every going to worry about ever again will be how I am in the moment. If I'm happy. If I'm happy, and if I'm in love.
I don't care about anything else. But I needed help to get here. And a boy gave me that help. And I am eternally grateful for having him in my life and being so in love with him and him loving me back and everything being beautifully wrong.
