Characterized as a white picket fence in front of a house, a dog, and an nuclear family; the American Dream is a mirage we convince ourselves into believing. I relate most to the fence, if anything, within this blatant lie. As humans, we long for a sense of security, a mark to say that we have our own personal Eden, a place where we can escape life's troubles. The Fence. But what happens when your Eden is not an inanimate object? But rather a person? The power that person holds by being your safe house is dangerous if it isn't reciprocated. The biggest flaw in the concept of the American Dream lies in the nuclear family and the house itself. Being millennium babies, our generation has been raised to strive for bigger and better, thus erasing our feeling of contentment. Constantly wanting more and better affects our industries significantly; however, what happens when we can't subconsciously separate this attitude during our relationships with one another? Maybe just maybe, the feeling of discontentment is so deeply embedded in our souls that we're constantly looking for the best thing, the chase. Infidelity exists for a number of reasons: sex, pettiness, ego, the list goes on.The biggest pain, in my opinion is during the pleading, when you're on opposite side of the room, a bed seeming like an ocean separating the one you were once closest to, hearing them say "I still love you", and having your Eden, your paradise, destroyed right before your eyes. How's the dream now? So I question the fact of whether We strive for the "American Dream" but rather we strive for the idea of being content, with or partner, ourselves, or our livelihood. Building our own Eden, and sharing it with someone who won't demolish it from the inside.
Just a thought...
..... Or a dream, rather. Whatever.
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Highschool Misfits
PoetryThis is a compilation of stories , poetry, and events from the minds of high schoolers.