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Social Commentary
by Sparrowhawk
Today I awoke rather early, took my morning run and got in the shower. "Why am I here? Do any one of us really pay attention to more then 50% of what is taught? Possibly." Traditions. They dictate our life, even when a more sensible route is known. We dread change, for it is human nature to fear the unknown. With our daily cycle, we don't have anything to fear. Or do we?
On the way to school, I took in the exhaust from a car in front of me? Why are we still using gasoline cars? Not because of fear of the unknown, but because of the tyranical grip of the oil companies. They run our lives as well as our cars. And since they have a hand in the government, they will continue to control us, unchecked. Grimcing, I continued on to my destination.
Finally, I shoved my way through the front doors. Taking a glance about me the first thing I noticed was a girl in a close cut outfit. Inclusive of makeup, clothing and a perm for her hair, she must have invested over $150 for today. Why so much? When one can wear clothes to school for a total of $20, why do we continue to spend more and more? Sex brings success. That, my friend is another, perhaps the most contributing factor to our control. Societies hold on sex. And, if I mention that is the root reason for her form of dress, I get hit. Assuming the average total for cosmetics was $100, that is $80 for each student that could be saved. $80,000 dollars a day for just our school's saving alone. Tradition.
Walking towards my first class, I paused to acknowlege my friends. Behind their grins, all were unhappy. A particular one was sitting n the ground, nearly in tears. I'm not sure why. Maybe it involves me. In any case it will enver improve, only get worse. None of them benefit from this society, it tears them apart without their knowlege. Some, it will kill. And yet, we welcome it due to our brianwashing. Waving, I walked away, intent on avoiding being drawn in.
With the first bell, I truged to my class, and sat down in my seat. Pain. I realized that my life is slowly being torn away from me. Stress washed over me like a bucket of ice water. I don't want this society. I don't want to be here. I don't want this life. Yet I take it without comment. For I am not a free thinker, I am brainwashed, like the rest of the world. I am content with my supperiours taking my youth away from me. We spend our entire, glorious youth, not in enjoyment, but in suffering. In "preperation". Preperation for what? To produce for our superiors in society. In preperation for our death.
Sighing, I continued my work. I am not learning anyhting, I am simply writing down words from a book. Why is it like this? Tradition. Why don't we use interactive scenarios to teach? It may not work, and fear of the unknown keeps us from change. Change is nessesary for tradition to be removed. Tradition being removed is nessesary for freedom. Freedom is nessesary for happiness. And happiness is what life is about.
Sitting down for my lunch, I looked at my food. Eating is something we have done since the begining of time. It is a tradition, yet it is nessesary for happiness. Maybe not every tradition is horrible. Some may have sue. It will be interesting to see if eating will soon be abolished and replaced. Judging by some of the other standards we follow, it would not surprise me.
What would the perfect society be? Well, that is for another day. I can dream, but one man can not shape his destiny. It takes all men and women to forge that. Or maybe just the women, they seem to be pretty good at getting what they want.
A perfect society. A perfet dream. A perfect hell in the eyes of many? I think so.
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