This isn’t an essay about how the media objectifies us, nor is it an essay about the corruption of America. This article isn’t completely filled with lots of words to take up space so I can feel like I wrote more than I really did. If I did that, it would take away from the message that I want to show you. This is a message that shouldn’t be hidden in metaphor and should be said as bluntly as possible:

My generation has been lost.

We have lost our self worth and we have been sucked into a false reality. Our whole world is composed of fast growing technology and social networking sites. Phones tell us the time, date, and year, and they are a small door to the world called the Internet. Our reality is lost and, apparently, so is our self worth. Nobody knows what he or she wants to be or why we continue in the monotonous pattern each day. The only answer I have gotten for my second question was the same answer the teachers gave me, which is the same answer they got from the higher level of worker bees, which is the same answer they were given by the massive system of consumption. Everyone is swallowed by it: schools, businesses, families, religion, the government. We gave it what it wanted in the hope that we would get something close to happiness in return. The system breeds us to strive for high paying jobs like being a doctor, or lawyer, or scientist even though our potential is elsewhere. It wants us to be successful for it. But what if I wanted to be an author who questioned this all-powerful force? What if I made a documentary on the feeling of displacement that it has caused? What if I wrote an essay in the eighth grade about how I see through the smoke screens and put it on an online school newspaper open for anyone to read?

I wouldn’t be very liked. I would probably have a few readers or watchers, and that would be it. I would be a bunch of wasted potential coagulating in the twisted spoon our society has become. But what if you put a fire beneath the spoon of society with me in it? Would I become a dangerous drug? Or would I become medicine? Instead of destroying your brains, I will give you thought. Maybe instead of being madmen, we will be revolutionaries.

Or maybe I’ll be forgotten and my body will turn to dust and seep into the sands of time.

But I would like to leave you with something more than an apathetic look on society. Maybe we can be something. Maybe we will regain our footing and stand on solid ground. Maybe we will rise from these pathetic ashes and create an inferno as we soar past the clouds to the heavens, screaming loud enough so that someone will actually hear us and know that we are not just pretty lights on a computer screen. Maybe the next time I ask you what you want to be when you grow up, this might be your answer: I want to be a lawyer so that I can make sure that those who have been wronged or who have done wrong have an equal voice in this court system, or, I’m going to be a doctor to heal those who are sick even if the only thing I get out of it is a simple “Thank you”, or, I’m going to be a scientist to gain knowledge for others to use to cure the world of ignorance, and, hopefully, you all will say “I won’t be something because someone else told me to”.

Maybe your answer will be like mine: I’m going to be a revolutionary because our world needs some one to show them that there is still something left to hold onto. Because this world needs someone to tell them there is more to this life than punching buttons for a corporation and that you can be “someone” with skills other than math or a degree. We all can do something without all the fancy papers or technology. All I did was start talking to myself in a dirty kitchen. I told you all of this by simply being myself.

I don’t know what this has left you with. You may have thought that this was just some article written by some angry emo kid. Or maybe you saw past all the light and pretty pictures and saw that I actually said something. Or maybe you think I’m just trying to get attention by trying to put emotion in other people. That’s all up to you.

Thanks for listening.

“There is nothing terribly wrong with feeling lost, so long that feeling precedes some plan on your part to actually do something about it”- Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, created by Johnen Vasquez.


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