Take me back to the little me

Nina de Walque
Digital Workshop
Published in
2 min readMay 27, 2016

We live in a world that is completely messed up. Society’s standards have grown into something unattainable and unbelievably inhuman. Inhuman, unnatural and unlivable.

Teenagers are taught that if they drink and smoke, people will like them. That if they are cool enough to be able to be the fastest in sports, they will make it far in life. That if they are attractive, their future will pay off. They are taught by their parents that if they get good grades and get good money-making jobs, they will have a good life.

Yet, parents teach their kids that if they follow their passion, they will fail. They teach their kids that if they go to parties, they are messed up and will fail in school.

I think that it is time to break that stigma that teenagers are not responsible enough to quit drinking and smoking. Not responsible enough to make living off their passion. The problem here is that teenagers are so obsessed about having the ideal body, reputation and popularity and so, they forget who they truly are and try so much to become someone they are not. Someone boring. A photocopy of the majority of society. No originality, just a blank piece of canvas.

But never forget the little you, the one who had dreams. Don’t let society bring you down and forget the true you. Remember you as the one swinging on a swing on the playground. Remember yourself as a child, as the child you once knew before everything turned upside down, before society weighed you down.

If I ever come to this point, blinded by the standards of society weighing me down, all I need to remember is the little me. Laughing on a paved road, hands on my stomach. Too innocent to care about other people’s thoughts and judgement. Take me back to that little me.

“Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero? Race issues were about who ran the fastest, war was only a card game. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?

And we couldn’t wait to grow up.” — Unknown

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