Firstly, how does one define youth? A feeling? A look? There are many variations of a definition to this, I suppose like beauty; youth is in the eye of the beholder. Even people above 60 can be youthful, with youth. There is Life, happiness, a general love of all things
Sometimes, Youth can be ignited by touch. scent or even taste, youth brings memories; or is it memories that inspire youth? Certain objects can evoke so much feeling or memories. It's kind of like bereavement just on the other end of the spectrum, both essential in life. They give us room to grow as people.
Life; is it as it appears?
my first ever blog, so i will cover whatever springs to mind
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Exploitation
As the word suggests, we are manipulated all through life, from the moment of conception to that final prayer. Some cases are obvious and others are not so much. Oddly enough we accept this as normalacy, embrace it even. I suppose it's human nature. The rich get richer and the rest of us just get by on the meager salary we work our butts off for, but thats okay.
For example, as I write my first ever post, I am being exploited as it is. I am babysitting for my own family, I get no money for the countless hours i sit, bored. Okay, fair enough my parents buy me the odd thing but it usually isn't something i desire but thats life. i may be being exploited but i am using it valuably, homework, revision the usual. Or perhaps, the fact i am on minimum wage on my job, i work harder than any of my team mates, i give up more of my time but i cant even get slightly above minimum wage.
I know it looks like im just whining about how corrupt capitalism is. shockingly im not though, I'm one of the few people who just accepts what I get no questions ask. But whilst I write, I often find myself recollecting on life. Missed chances, ruined opportunities and even those times i laughed and cried for no reason.
I suppose Life is what it is but isn't always what it seems. Its hard yet easy at times. Life is made up of forces that all coincide, act and react.
For example, as I write my first ever post, I am being exploited as it is. I am babysitting for my own family, I get no money for the countless hours i sit, bored. Okay, fair enough my parents buy me the odd thing but it usually isn't something i desire but thats life. i may be being exploited but i am using it valuably, homework, revision the usual. Or perhaps, the fact i am on minimum wage on my job, i work harder than any of my team mates, i give up more of my time but i cant even get slightly above minimum wage.
I know it looks like im just whining about how corrupt capitalism is. shockingly im not though, I'm one of the few people who just accepts what I get no questions ask. But whilst I write, I often find myself recollecting on life. Missed chances, ruined opportunities and even those times i laughed and cried for no reason.
I suppose Life is what it is but isn't always what it seems. Its hard yet easy at times. Life is made up of forces that all coincide, act and react.
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