Dear Mamma, Open Your Eyes

When I hear people say “you get wiser with age”, the hairs on the back of my neck start to tingle. Really, the older you get, the more ignorant you get to the changes the world is going through, and the more stubborn you get to accepting these changes when they are brought to your attention. What I find most offensive and bothersome about the adults that I’ve been exposed to is the way …showed first 75 words of 558 total…

…showed last 75 words of 558 total…get free. I picture most adults as clay, being shaped by all the influences in their lives and then being left to dry, making them hard and difficult to crack, impossible to remold. In order to remold them, we must saturate them with modern thinking and ideas in order to get them soft again. Only then can they break free of their ignorant bliss and find peace in knowing the world as it really is.