We are a growing nation of mindless youth. We build ourselves our own image of what we are, we do not develop our characters but instead let it accumulate through a series of self-motivating lies. We move at the speed of light, beyond even which life should let us, and yet we still do. We contemplate while we act, we move while we achieve, nothing stays; nothing is appreciated. I'm afraid of this generation, of what cultural improvement of what we can bring to the table of society. We are nothing but ones driven by inherent desire. One day, someone will ask you what you have accomplished and all you will be able to say are insignificant acts; ones of athletic value, and even more pathetically how much you own. When the world we know dies and we come to the seats of leadership, how shall we accomplish this? Even the most clear-minded of us have some sense of the clouds of "the majority" which effectively creates a nebulous set of truely individual qualities. For those of you who are taking 6 AP classes next year; for those that do Key Club for college credit for those of you who would cut off your hand for acceptance to your college of choice, I ask you, what will become of all this, other than money and perhaps a repuation based upon the same dirty monetary values? The innocence of this age and time have been destroyed by mass media and succumbed to its eternal ties. Our visions, our dreams and ideas are crafted in a factory of music and movies before it even has a chance to develop for itself. Will we ever show our humilty, our sympathy; will we even have the slightest twitch to commit ourselves to the betterment of others? And not for college credit, hell, not even for the satisfaction or the arrogant feeling of self gratification, but truely and soley just to fuckin' help someone else? We live like machines, crafting our own lives into what it is not and never will be. We strive toward perfection and yet the image of perfection is really behind us, in the dust of the mundane image. We let our minds fester in the filth of arrogance and self-improvement and forget that we are only one in billions. We revel at the downfall of others for it raises the level of our own risings. The day when the unsignificant percent of us actually find that perfection we seek, or so the image of it; we will have all the monetary jewels of the world and we will be "complete." But then what? We have developed our industrious minds to the highest extent. We have mastered the arts of economy and have a healthy instinct for profit. Yet life cannot be perpetuated by such tangent dreams forever. The drive we have treasured dies and then we are left with our money, our properties, our hoardings, but what else? There's nothing left. But yourself, which is essentially, nothing else.
