One thing about me, I think and think a lot. Mostly over nonsensical things. Sometimes I don’t think at all. Whenever I walk past a stranger on the streets, I can't help but think what they are thinking about.
If only I had powers to read minds, to know
what thoughts are stuffed up in their heads. But the look on their faces says
it all. It’s tough, this life.
As I walk through
the fields, I find myself questioning the grass. Why is the grass green? What
if the grass was red, not green? Feels weird, right?
Then I remember my
science teacher had mentioned something about chlorophyll, the green colouring
pigment in plants. But still, who said chlorophyll should be green and not red?
And who is this that gets to have a say about grass being green and not red,
and who gives him the power to decide this?
For a fact, it’s
not my fault that I am like this. I am part of a generation that questions
everything. Nothing ever seems to get a free pass.
Why do we walk like this and not that way? Why is it that when we sneeze we close our eyes? Why does water boil at 100° and not 60°? A generation of whys.
I genuinely
believe that I’m part of a generation that can’t seem to let the sleeping dog
lie. An attempt to gain a better understanding of what we do, why we do it and
why we do it the way we do it.
As a generation,
we have been called names — lazy, entitled, narcissistic, shattered, delicate,
dependents et al.
Honestly, being
called all these names feels unfair — you mean all that in one toothpaste, oh I
mean generation, all that in one generation?
I can’t seem to
understand why they are seeing a fault in our questioning nature when all our
teachers did was encourage us to ask. They are no stupid questions you know.
They shaped us by the lessons and as we enter adulthood our questioning ability
seems to be hitting the world.
'The usual way of doing things is boring and we always find a way to spice up life. It's not like we are suckers for chaos. We just want to live. To feel the thrill of being alive!
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