Like Being Kicked Out of Paradise

We have a purpose to fulfill in life. We are expected to exceed expectations, the standards and judgments of all those that surround us, regardless of who or what they are to us. We pride ourselves with having the knowledge of being superior to someone else. We compare everything and anything, so that we have an opportunity to hold our heads high and try to impress the audience. Humans are the "wisest of the animals" yet we are perhaps the most flawed of all. We are selfish and what is worse, we know it yet refuse to acknowledge it. Mistakes are inevitable, but then again so is hiding and covering them up. Being young in a way  means being clueless, careless and free from the burden maturity brings. The increase of responsibility scares the young, and although we may be praised by our so called accomplishments, we learn the hard way about our own insignificance. "The Perfect Life" exists in the minds of all those foolish enough to believe that such a thing exists. Perfection is a state of mind. It is up to each individual, and John Koethe tells us that most of these foolish believers are the young. How can that be so? Aren't the young the future? In that case I find it safe to say that we are well on our way to nowhere.

Ego is our most loyal follower. It is like a shadow on a sunny day, and what we wouldn't give to ensure it stays there. Perhaps this is why rain depresses us, why clouds bring sadness "into our hearts". I find this is the reason we are so indecisive about our feelings towards time. We plan and can't wait to grow up and get a chance to achieve our goals, but when we really think about it we discover that time can be our ruin. It can and probably will take away all that is precious to us: our youth. We run, scream, laugh and cry in a way that no one else can because of body and mind limitations. To us the world is full of colors, but as we grow, we find more and more gray and black corners. Responsibility catches up with us, because with time, we begin to grow tired of running from it. "What I take for granted bears a name", right now this may mean something a little less than important, but as we advance and draw ever nearer to our fate, we notice it has started to come alive. What once was ceases to exist, all because who we were when young, will never again come back to life. Our youth is dead, and so is our once "Perfect Life".