MY WORLD

R eality is stranger than fiction. She started to sense it when she began to question everything she did.  Why do we do what we do? What are our true goals? And What inspired it, fueled it.. how was it exactly created? Isn't most of our dreams to attain more, be more of whatever we are in our future? Isn’t that just the core of our life, "tomorrow"- and a better one. So, how was this cycle put into effect? In our minds, driven by myriads of our emotions- attained, unattained, unresolved, undealt, happy, sad.. or was it people just walking in the footsteps of their forefathers, of society, of their preconditioning, beliefs, that they don’t dare to question. Whatever it may be, it’s our own issues that create these dreams, it’s our own battles we fight each day and there is nothing wrong in putting our efforts in attaining it. If that’s what we came to do in this limited time that has been offered to us, to just learn from our journey as we watch our littl

A good girl- very conforming, did what she was asked to do and nothing more, behaved how she ought to behave around people– for there are rules, certain standards to follow. Because before knowing how we are we must know how we should not be. So, she quietly obeyed for her young mind could not grasp how this new world- she was suddenly ushered into, functioned, she thought “the grownups know better”… They told her she needs to fear - a good deal of fear needs to be installed in every part of her life. She needs to do homework daily else she'll be punished, needs to study daily and have good grades or else she’s dumb, should not waste her time playing outdoors,  should not speak unless spoken to, respect elders even when they are cruel, meet people and listen to them, talk to them, smile at them, to show up at family parties, and so on. When she asked why, why not skip homework once, why not try spending some time alone or even with those whose company she actual