What would happen to our future? The human race is just that, a race to the finish line. But what is that finality? What will we become to get there? Rather, what will we DO to get there? To each other and everything around us. Will we just end up on multiple planets fighting eachother other than continents? Or would there be global peace and space exploration? Who would really know, but our children. We rest our fate in their hands, and yet we expect them to others in this day and age. Everyone is too busy to look after their own children. We have daycares, schooling all day long, and hire babysitters. But what happened to family night? Where did our time go with ourselfs. We push and grind all day at work and become unruly and unhappy to come home with dinner from some fastfood place and expect to have a quiet three-year-old cause 'mommy has a headache'. But what three-year-old do you know that is quiet and a perfect child? Now how is that child going to grow up? No proper guidence from the parents, because they are every where but where it counts. But the kicker to the fire is when the child starts to grow and actually be a child and gets into some trouble. Instead of slapping the hand and saying no, some parents go off the deep end. Some go as far as borderline abuse the kids. But it should be alright and no fears of slapping your child upside the head if he/she deserves it.
Now I am one of those children that slipped through the cracks. I lived with an abusive mother for seven years. The first seven years of my life, I slept where I could, ate anything I could find. The only reason I feel I made it out as good as I did is because of my sister. My sister and I are close, very close, and took care of eachother everytime we could. And at that time, thats where the family came to play. Two good souls lost in a sea of evil and coruption. And this is MY story, My point of views, and I dont care who I piss off. Simply said, fuck off, I will say what I want to make my point clear.
Now I am one of those children that slipped through the cracks. I lived with an abusive mother for seven years. The first seven years of my life, I slept where I could, ate anything I could find. The only reason I feel I made it out as good as I did is because of my sister. My sister and I are close, very close, and took care of eachother everytime we could. And at that time, thats where the family came to play. Two good souls lost in a sea of evil and coruption. And this is MY story, My point of views, and I dont care who I piss off. Simply said, fuck off, I will say what I want to make my point clear.