Twelve is almost a teenager; thirteen is the beginning of trouble; fifteen is halfway to acceptance; sixteen is the age at which you're caught between trying to change the world and wanting to die with it.
I don't know much about the adults in change of today's America but - correct me if I'm wrong - an entire generation of youth ridden with mental illnesses and fear that their planet might be in ruins before it is theirs might serve as an alarm bell that hey, maybe we've done something wrong here. If you can't at least keep the earth in decent condition yourselves then stop teaching your kids that they can change the world. It sounds pessimistic but in fact it's just the honest truth that no one person can make any significant difference. In the grand scheme of things, none of us matter as individuals. At the end of the day, it is the opinion of the whole, the majority vote, that determines the future of the universe as we know it.
Optimism is lovely for the individual but far from it for society; bluntly put, everyone isn't special. Not everyone will be successful, at least not under the set of unchangeable circumstances which have been presented in a take-it-or-leave-it fashion to society. Making a difference might serve as a suitable motivation for a single person but the overwhelming political correctness of the past generation has produced a massive population of youth with internet access and a subconscious determination to prove their excuisite-ness.
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The Beginning of Life as We Know It
Short StoryAn ongoing sequence of theories about the meaning(s) of life or absence therof.
