A New Beginning – When will it happen
In our lives today we have become complacent with the events around us. We in America are losing ourselves and yet no one seems interested in finding us.
Being young was one of the most difficult tasks I’ve encountered in my life. On the flip side, getting old isn’t a whole lot better. When you’re young you wish you could hurry and grow up. You hate it that everyone bosses you around; that your have no choices that are your own. At least it seems that way when you are eight years old. You see that’s about as far back as I can recall. I don’t remember much before that time and probably very little until I reached the glorious age of thirteen and I was at last free to go places by myself and free to begin making my own choices.
The sad part of all that was there was little selection in my miniscule repertoire. Kids today are just the opposite. Most of them by age thirteen have experienced being independent, operating a computer, viewing movies of every genre’ and sometimes more than they should. They have felt the pain of rejection, the confusion of adolescence and the disappointment of realizing they are only a very small part of very large world.
The sadness of a childhood without a father was overshadowed by the emptiness of my stomach when I went to bed at night or the bile that rose in my throat when I was mocked at school for my uncurled hair and anklets that barely showed above the edges of my shoes. The epitome of my high school existence was to wish it would quickly come to an end. There I was again wishing this season of my life would end and a new vibrant happy one would begin.
Teenagers today suffer a rejection of the worst kind; mine seems so unimportant compared to the agony projected by the mocked and beaten down of today.
All around us we witness murders, suicides and crimes on a daily basis. We have grown so accustomed to these happenings that sometimes we barely take notice of the event or the circumstances surrounding it.
What is this apathy that we in America have seemed to have grown into? Why do we no longer stand up and scream when we are suffering from such a brutal existence? We have grown accustomed to it all. We have accepted that wrong is now right and right is now wrong. How can we find a way to undo this travesty that has become America?
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