Happiness Minus Society--Melina

Its slow, yet persistent. The process of the mind comprehending the cruel reality of the world. Unfortunately along with the development of  my brain, my heart seems to suffocate. I experienced sadness at a young age. Not that I disagree with the way life has treated me, but in fact I am grateful for all the damage and chaos, along with the laughter and smiles that I have received. It has made me not only a better person, but a more experienced one at that. I learned to trust myself and take responsibility for my actions. Always understanding that everything happens for a reason. As a female, I experienced the way society constantly underestimates me and sets limitations simply because I wear a skirt and not pants. Like the old fashioned mentality of a caged brain, ignorant of gender advancements. Our society runs on the fuel of the poor as the high class advances, while stepping on whomever for more. "The more you have, the more you want." It's the way we are raised and the way we live. As a society we strut the streets looking for our next high, the next opportunity to fulfil what we believe is our purpose. Like an addict always wanted to get a synthetic high, resulting in permanent regret.

Denial is the state of mind that distracts us from accepting the phenomenon occurring in front of us. During this presidential campaign, we are blinded by the fact a woman might become president because we are much too focused on the insanity from a racist rich Republican.

Blinded, we live in constant darkness to what is truly valuable.

This year although coming close to an end is clouded by GPA's and SAT's. My final year of adolescence wasted behind a screen and piles of homework. I feel insane, lost and confused. Although to others it may not matter, I stress in fear for my future. They need it, they EXPECT it from me. I plead to the sky, not for riches or wishes, but for happiness. It's all I ask for. Poor, hungry, homeless, but HAPPY!

As humans our greatest connection is our willingness to feel happy.

 We carry bricks of anxiety and worry like deranged adults, stressed about the future and letting the present pass us by. Life is going to happen, you like it or not. Live day by day knowing that u made a difference. Know that everything happens for a reason. Good or bad, it was placed in front of you to learn from it, grow from it! Peruse what you love, don't let money stand in the way of happiness.

It's hard to change the way we are, I know it is.

Then again what's the point of being someone your not?

or living in fear of the unknown? Safety nets are wonderful,

but what's the use if you never test it out?

We settle for comfort.

We would much rather remain in routine, safe.

I don't want to be another victim of routine, I want to explore the world as it is, not through a screen.

I want to riot through the streets, screaming and chanting for the rights we will lose.

I WILL NOT be one of the many, blinded by ignorance and plastic treasure.

I want to be the first star to fall from the sky and create change, not just pretty picture.

I know I will fail, yet I will try.

Now this may not apply to you in particular but it does apply to me so take is as you'd like.

I wrote this to remember why I am working so hard, and why I do what I do. It's a personal note that I decided to share because I know many of us are in the same position, and I know it's hard. So keep in mind although it seems like it's all happening so fast, let's not forget to enjoy our last days of high school and overall never forget why.

For those who wish to check out the continuation of my rampage...

ftwcr.blogspot.com

This is a blog referencing my constant state of mind and I invite you to interact as you wish through comments, emails and any form of communication. I started this blog after watching an old video of my self recorded years ago. In it I explain how unhappy I am and how I want to speak up, yet I felt that I stood alone. With that said, this website is personal and reflects my personal opinions towards multiple subjects. So excuse the improper grammar and punctuation, after all it is a gateway to my mind, not a graded essay. I hope to reach out especially For Those Who Can Relate and Those Who Wish to Understand.