Behold the first stage of life: our birth. We enter this world in such a vulnerable, weak state. With ease, anyone could kill us in our infancy. For those of us with loving parents, we are lucky enough to be protected by them from such things occuring. Others of us who are born and abandoned by our parents will either be handed to orphanages and cared for people there, or no one will take us and we will be killed by some corrupted evil. And on this note, if we are taken into an orphanage, or have parents who decide to retain us, we may still fall victim to abuse.
But if we are lucky enough to survive as babies, we move on to what is a very disgusting stage of life: school. They say get the education because it is necessary for us to become productive members of society. They say we will make friends. They say those things and yet often they are not true. For how many of those "friends" we make in kindergarten, or elementary, or middle, or high school actually stay by our side? Once we've made it to college, those friends we made in the earlier grades have long abandoned us. Then again, we care not for missing them. After all, they were the ones smiling in our faces while laughing and making fun of us behind our backs.
College is divided this way: students who are rich enough to pay out of pocket for the education, and students who have no choice but to build-up thousands of dollars in student loans just to get a piece of paper that the employer will roll his or her eyes at. But our parents make us go anyway, don't they? They went to college themselves, after all; yet forty or so years later they still work a dead-end job that could have been achieved by someone with no more than a middle school education. All college left them with was a bunch of debt that they will die trying to pay off. Thank you, parents, for leaving us, your children, with this same burden to die with.
But hey, maybe we'll be lucky despite our parents' shortcomings. Maybe we'll make wiser spending decisions, save more money, know from our parents' mistakes that spending money in such a carefree manner does more harm than good to our survival. Fact is, it won't help. Unless we're sitting back while someone eternally pays all the bills for us, we'll lose the little money we earn with every bill that comes due month after month. The college degrees we have aren't helping; we thought they'd land us that $20 per desk job; not this $11 per hour customers-from-hell retail job. Guess our parents were wrong. College hasn't helped.
But this will end once we get married to someone who can help us out. Each of us will find our "soulmate" and, with their help, we'll tackle the bills and eventually fulfill our dreams. After all, it's better for two people to have a job and help each other, right? Well, of course. However, the person we're married to doesn't want to put up his or her fair share of the money. We're still alone handling everything ourselves. Some of us are even being abused by the person we thought loved us. Years later, we've awoken to realize their "love" was a lie.
Now, what's this weird thing happening to our bodies? All of us, good and bad, in debt or not in debt, are growing weaker every ten or so years. There's a lot of pain popping up in our bodies' different joints. We're a lot more tired than we were when we were kids. Hell, we miss being children. Where did all these bills come from? Where did this STD from my cheating lover come from? Oh, right; it came from my cheating lover of course. But none of these things were present when we were carefree and young. Fact is, our parents were having the same problems. They just didn't complain about them as much, at least not in front of the kids. That's right, parents. Keep telling us everything is okay. Keep us unaware, uninformed of the real world problems as possible so that we'll enter adulthood one day completely oblivious, having false expectations of hope in a world where everyone is doomed from the start.
But we're tired of ranting. We're tired of everything. We just want to lay in our beds, sleep more than we used to sleep, and we won't know when we never wake up. Yes, we know what comes next. It's not something we're excited about. Some of us are ready to happily embrace it. Others of us are afraid because we don't know what to expect once our eyes close for the final time. We smile halfway from the family of our own that we made, halfway because we know they'll one day feel the same way we do: helpless, decaying, trying to fight this never-ending battle that laughs in the face of our kind's mortality. Such a futile existence this is.