We apologise too much, too often for things we didn't do.
Society is coiling its youth too tightly round its little finger. It refuses to expose them to the world, it finds comfort in keeping them under a quilt of rules and regulations. Though illogical and puerilely pusillanimous, they are laid down for fear that the younger generations will grow up to be different.
Different.
Why do people fear being different? Why should people fear being different? Unique? Why must one conform to society's standards, rules and regulations? They are stupefyingly ridiculous. And yet, we give in, all too easily, to their wants that override our needs. Will I let them change me?
Society is coiling its youth too tightly round its little finger. It refuses to expose them to the world, it finds comfort in keeping them under a quilt of rules and regulations. Though illogical and puerilely pusillanimous, they are laid down for fear that the younger generations will grow up to be different.
Different.
Why do people fear being different? Why should people fear being different? Unique? Why must one conform to society's standards, rules and regulations? They are stupefyingly ridiculous. And yet, we give in, all too easily, to their wants that override our needs. Will I let them change me?
Am I strong enough to stay myself?
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