Practicality

As children we are influenced greatly by the toys our parents buy for us. Most of these toys, at least the action figures, display an image of justice and kindness, compassion and integrity whether it be in the superman toy or the police man doll. We grow up with these toys understanding them to be the good people of the world, the ones we should all aspire to be. They become Gods in a sense, and when later on in our life people ask us what we want to be when we grow up, we think back to those days of the firefighter toys and respond with what we have come to know as heroes. We want to be doctors and police men and all those people who we have learned our successful and good. 

As we grow we learn about other choices, the more common careers that majority of society ends up in. Working in an office for an inconsiderate boss becomes a more natural career choice, perhaps even a more feasible alternative than the heroic option we wants had. We accept that our dreams are really just that, dreams. They’re cute when you’re little, but it’s time to grow up, we tell ourselves as society sends a similar message through its many vices. And that’s what we call it when our spirit dies, simply growing up. 

So why then our jobs that seem glamorous and valorous deemed childish and impossible? What part about these jobs says that they can only remain dreams, and not break though the barrier into reality? And why are some people able to disregard all of the nay sayers and continue with their dreams? One word, one idea has shaped our impressionable young minds into bitter, close-minded adult ones. Practical. This word has defined our society. I cannot count the number of times I have heard someone dismiss an idea or thought or dream using the excuse of its practicality. This word is wall. It prevents creativity and kills imagination along with stealing the dreams of the dreamers. People focus too much on this word, and because we have been brainwashed into believing its severity, we are unable to look passed it to the possibility that, regardless the odds and the forces fighting against us, maybe I can.

And that is what the world is missing, those two words. I can.

Fuck practicality.

Peace.