There will be many moments in your life when you wonder who you are, what you are doing, or who you will become. No matter what age you are you will look into the future with fear on your face because you don’t know where you are going or if where you are going will bring you joy.
To me looking into the future is like looking into an unfocused telescope, you have a rough idea of the image but nothing is or will ever be definite. Is it scary? yes. Does the future have the strange ability to make people do things they normally wouldn’t? yes. However as utterly petrifying as the future is, there is sometimes a strange sense of excitement at looking into the unknown.
As a teenager I often find that my view on life is often not respected. It is looked upon as if it is stupid, naive or silly. However is it possible that my ‘silly little view’ is actually a view that is unaltered or unbiased? Is it possible that my eyes have not yet been poisoned by society? Is it possible that my view, my silly view, is actually the product of innocence and hope for the future?
We are told as we grow older that the world is a bad place, and that no matter who or where we are we will be hurt by the world. Young minds are taught about grotesque atrocities such as murder and rape. Their sweet and youthful minds are exposed to war in the form of a video game, and then their easily influenced minds are warped by our harsh words that we use to ‘protect and inform’ them of the horrors of the modern world. Are we protecting them? Are we adding fuel to the fire? Are we signing our death warrants?
I can’t help but wonder that if we took away the video games that consist of war would it be less common and more taboo? I can’t help but wonder that if we took away the programmes that glamourise the life of a drug dealer would they become obsolete? I can’t help but wonder that if we took away childrens exposure to hurt and harm, would they ever inflict it… I can’t help but wonder.
The pure voice of an innocent child is not silly, it is rare and should be treasured. A child views the world in a way that no adult could imagine, because they view it as it could be, and not as it is. So my question is why do we change something that brings us so much hope? Why do we disregard a view so important? Are we the ones with the silly and naive views?