There will always be people who appreciate dried leaves and crooked smiles. The people who love starry nights and the clear blue sky more than the average. The folks who sing songs long forgotten by the rest. The girls who dance randomly and don't care if they're different. The ones who will eat as much as they want because they're hungry. The ones who run because they want to, and paint because their hearts desire so. The girls who leave their nail polish on until it becomes tiny specks on the clean nail. The same people who are more comfortable in hoodies and jeans. The ones that read too much, too fast. The ones who dream and think beyond the capacity of today's world.
It might seem as if the people who 'dig' new cars and plastic smiles are taking over. The ones who adore majestic mansions and everything new. The people who adore the smell of air conditioner and the sound of high, high heels. The ones that count calories before consuming. The ones who don't read for fun because they are 'waiting for the movie'. The ones who prefer perfect skin and long, flawless hair. The people whispering about the same old people and the same old drama. The ones that are silently becoming the people they used to hate. The folks who tried to impress society, but failed to drastically. They didn't understand that society never lets anybody win. Ever.
Thought it seems that these plastic people are taking over, that is not the case.
The folks who adore the small things will always be there, hidden beneath the shadows. They don't need to talk too much or too loud. They don't need to wear too-short shorts and plaster their faces with face paint (also known as make-up, but what is it really?). They don't need to pretend to be dumb to make friends. They'll figure out who they are and who they want to be soon enough. People will go through stages where they become "plastic"; and long to be included in the pretty committee. That phase will end one day. We are who we always were, children.
Children do not judge or point fingers. Instead they ask questions and laugh. They smile when they want and hug because it's nice. The aren't afraid of the truth. They make friends quicker than instant noodles, and are kinder than time. They like what they like, and don't try to conform. That soon changes when you become ten, though. You suddenly HAVE to fit in. Wearing long, flowery dresses are out; you've got to buy something cooler. You spend hours begging your mother to buy you the new 'in' clothes. This goes on, and on, and on. However, it is all put an end soon enough. We'll all get a similar epiphany sooner or later. We're not who we really are, we are society. Somewhere in there, we're aiming to be who we once were; who we might never be again. Children.
It might seem as if the people who 'dig' new cars and plastic smiles are taking over. The ones who adore majestic mansions and everything new. The people who adore the smell of air conditioner and the sound of high, high heels. The ones that count calories before consuming. The ones who don't read for fun because they are 'waiting for the movie'. The ones who prefer perfect skin and long, flawless hair. The people whispering about the same old people and the same old drama. The ones that are silently becoming the people they used to hate. The folks who tried to impress society, but failed to drastically. They didn't understand that society never lets anybody win. Ever.
Thought it seems that these plastic people are taking over, that is not the case.
The folks who adore the small things will always be there, hidden beneath the shadows. They don't need to talk too much or too loud. They don't need to wear too-short shorts and plaster their faces with face paint (also known as make-up, but what is it really?). They don't need to pretend to be dumb to make friends. They'll figure out who they are and who they want to be soon enough. People will go through stages where they become "plastic"; and long to be included in the pretty committee. That phase will end one day. We are who we always were, children.
Children do not judge or point fingers. Instead they ask questions and laugh. They smile when they want and hug because it's nice. The aren't afraid of the truth. They make friends quicker than instant noodles, and are kinder than time. They like what they like, and don't try to conform. That soon changes when you become ten, though. You suddenly HAVE to fit in. Wearing long, flowery dresses are out; you've got to buy something cooler. You spend hours begging your mother to buy you the new 'in' clothes. This goes on, and on, and on. However, it is all put an end soon enough. We'll all get a similar epiphany sooner or later. We're not who we really are, we are society. Somewhere in there, we're aiming to be who we once were; who we might never be again. Children.
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