Dear Dream book,
I really want to be better. But constantly my world dares to prove me wrong, that good won’t win. How many good guys are in great places, few probably. But that’s just in the environment I’m in. I wouldn’t dare to expand my scope, things might get worse or better. Worse is bad though. So I have to keep the hope up. Or not. Whatever
Just the other day I was talking about corruption with my classmates. They really are oblivious to how dangerous it is. Given we really don’t feel its effects. More often than not we are recipients of it. Our parents benefit we do. It’s a plus for us. I can only imagine what other things grown-ups have saved us from and we won’t have to deal with them come of age.
I remember mum the other day saying the economy is bad and she’d want a change. Times are tough she said. But I couldn’t help her. What could I do but listen? If I had that responsibility I’d not be any better. I’d destroy a nation simply. But apparently, we are the future leaders lol
Man I look at my life and see no difference. If I can’t help myself how can I help my country? Mum barely knows how far off I am from the son she dreamed of raising. I would be ashamed if she came to the realisation of who I am. But somehow she sees someone who could be salvaged. She sees opportunity for change. Yet when I look in the mirror all I see is despair and a failure. How can I be a product of change, when my life is falling down faster than the apple that hit Isaac Newton’s head?
I’m I too young to be the change the world needs? That’s too far off. My country needs? If I’m not then how do I become that? Because I look around see how messed up my country is and I smile, cause we are in the same boat. Maybe, just maybe, we (read I) should be left to our own destruction. After all good only wins in Marvel and DC movies.
Author: William Kasina | Date Created2017-08-11 07:10:07 | Comments: 0