From a seed sprouting into a tiny yellow taraxacum full of hopes, aspirations, imagination and best of all, a filled mind wanting to be emptied out into beauty and something great, I became a dandelion that was so easily blown away by the structure of this world and its society. To think one has all his/her lifetime to pursue their dream is a slander. Dreams can only be achieved with money and time in this city that never sleeps, but time goes twice as fast as any other part of the world. You're constantly doing something they lure you into being a part of their big clique of working to live. No I don't mean working to achieve wealth and happiness, I meant actually working to stay alive, to work to stay alive. You get me? Who knew at 18 I'd have only 12 hours of the week to experience sights, sounds and smell? For the past year and a half, or something like that, I haven't done anything to reach out that final happiness. Might be laziness. Might be the realization of doom stopping me into conforming into society.
-18yo me
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