December 24, 2013

Writings from my wise daughter...

It seems as though our generations grow darker and darker as the years go by. So lets talk about four words.

Humanity.
Tell me what's humane when the rich drive cars that cost more than your house. But the homeless ask for a dollar and they are the bad ones, each day people die because you can't skip a meal at McDonalds. So we try to sleep knowing we could have saved someone.


Class.
We used to live in a society that had class, now we are surrounded by guys that treat women like meat, and women who have no respect for them selves. I dream if a time when women and men respected not only each other but them selves.


Love.
A word that once had so much depth and meaning is now tossed around like a rag doll. Our generation knows very little about love. We think falling in love happens in days and sex is part of it. Because if we truly knew what love was we would try harder to keep it around.


And finally.


Reality. 

I leave this word to be last because those of you reading this may choose not to realize how corrupted our world has grown due to the mistakes we have been making, not the mistakes of others, but us. 
We did this to our generation and we distroyed a moral code we all once had, Because each and everyone if us sat by and watched as the world started to fall. 

Four words humanity, class, love, and reality. We all know these words and yet not all of us were taught there meaning.
Those of us that were became outcasted. We became freaks in a world that was breaking. And though the people around us lose parts of each if these things as the world grows older we try to remain the same.
We do this because having humanity, and class matters more than a social status.
Knowing what love is and what love feels like means more to us than having lust and having sex.
Being realistic, no matter how hard or how painful will always mean more to us that lies others feed them selves each night so they can sleep. Because I would rather be up all night trying to fix the wounds of a forever broken world, than trying to cover up everything that could be fixed if we would only fucking try.


-M

No comments: