Too Young to Be Bitter

All my life I've seen certain adults exist with a negative outlook on life and society in general. I always wondered what could have turned them so sour and what had made them feel so negatively towards everything. As a kid, you're actively protected by your parents from being exposed to the way in which the world works; or, more accurately, to the way in which the world doesn't work. Growing up, we are taught to trust the adults in our life and the systems put in place to protect and serve us. We are discouraged from asking questions to avoid disrupting the illusion of peace these broken systems offer. So much so, that we grow up under the impression that our country and its workings have been expertly crafted by years of collaboration and careful execution to offer society the 'safe and protected lives' we enjoy today. I'll admit I fell prey to the impression that the system is fair and for our own protection. But unfortunately for me, I've been exposed to something my parents hoped would never occur. And I now know that the system is unjust and backwards. More candidly, it's fucked. They say ignorance is bliss, and I've always felt that saying was only true in selective situations. This is one scenario in which the old adage is appropriate. I truly wish I still believed the system was fair. That good people could exist peacefully as long as they lead quiet and fairly average lives. But I was dead wrong. And I long for the days when I didn't spend my free time obsessed with the injustice I've witnessed and experienced. I wish I still believed in the system. I wish I still fell under the uninformed impression that everything was fine. That everything was safe.

They say I'm too young to be bitter. But I suppose if we all have to learn the truth at some point I'm glad it was sooner rather than later. 

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