It seems like when we
were children we could be whatever we aspired to be, that our hopes and dreams
could become a reality. The world had no limits and we looked through an
innocent eye at the beautiful world around us. Our parents were our heroes who
thrived on convincing us that we could be whoever we wanted to be. Back then,
before adolescence cracked the mirror which we see the world through, we had a
solid identity that could withstand attacks from the outside world. That was
until we grew up.
Being a seventeen
year old, you might think I am being ‘stupid’ and ‘melodramatic’, but aren't
those words used in society to water down the message that we are trying to convey?
It is with my deepest sorrows that I feel the need to express the idea that our
childhood was fundamentally built on lies. We are told we can be whoever we
want to be, but when we finally grow up and express ourselves in the way that
we want to it is called ‘wrong’. It seems we are denied the freedom of expression
from the same parents who told us that we could be whatever we wanted, because
they’d always love us.
Hypocrites.
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