Why is it in our society today, age is always looked about to be proportional to the amount of maturity and responsibility one person is supposed to take? Why is it in our society, no matter how much some of the younger generation age so fast and how much of the older generation stay so…young, it’s always the numbers that everyone looks at?
Why can’t we see otherwise?
I don’t know as I wrote before in one of my last posts, I just happened to be one of those kids who grew up too fast. Never having anyone in the family or friends the same age who would play with me so I always stuck around with older people…listening and growing faster than people my own age. Then again…in the end it’s always the older people I prefer to be with and with that comes the sense of isolation that older people see me as.
Even though I feel like I belong to people that are more…mature in mind…the truth is that in the end I’m always cast aside simply because people regard physical age as a determinant for experience and maturity.
When you look at things that way it doesn’t make sense.
There are hoards of people out there that act half their age or even a quarter their age even. Yet…they expect people to thae their word seriously simply because they lived longer than some of us newer generation.
I say it’s all hypocritical bullshit.
When you begin to realise that even if you lived so long in life, not many people actually begin to reflect the kind of life they live in. It’s not about being sheltered, it’s based on the fact that a lot of people run away from their problems in life. Hide from the issues that would otherwise hurt them…and make them stronger at the same time. So many people in the world walk a life of superficial meaning and purpose that their action dispite the things they see are as superficial as the world they live.
When you realise that…then could you consider the possibility that there are people in life who live for a shorter time yet walk down the road reflecting and learning everything they come across? People who face every adversity, every problem, every issue head on. It doesn’t matter that they bleed…it doesn’t matter that they hurt…it only matters that with each blood and tear spilled…they become better than they are supposed to be.
Couldn’t you consider that as a possibility too?
It’s just sad that a lot of people don’t really see that age is nothing but a physical illusion for maturity. It’s just sad that a lot of people aren’t treated and seen for who they deserve to be. It’s just sad that society I know lives with these standards all the time.
Maybe that’s why I really stay online so much. After all, you can’t see each other for your age, and only for the way you talk and act online. It gives me some small satisfaction to convince people that in truth I can be as old as I am in my own mind and that as long as I don’t reveal my true age, I have no age discrimination against me.
It’s just sad that I have to resort to such things.
It’s just sad I don’t have the freedom to really be who I am.
It’s just sad I haven’t eaten a proper meal in 27 hours.
Oh well…one thing at a time anyway.