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Why is life a stigma? Why is it wrong for a man to walk up to somebody he looks up to and say everything is not fine?
I walk thru life and when I look at it, when I look back what I see is a scared little boy with dreams; dreams that he wants to be a reality, dreams he knows are far fetched but are also a possibility. Why is that little boy told that he needs to be what the world says is acceptable? All he knows is that he feels like his life is a repeat of waking up wanting to be the Pearson he is, a fun loving little boy who only wants to play and make his parents proud, yet only see disapproval?
Why is it that you are showered with praise of your accomplishments, told that you are such a good human but when you finally burn out you see that the dependence you grew to love is thrust upon you and all you can say is “I’m too tired!” as your chastised for being lazy and letting your life become filthy.
Why can nobody look at another and remember that the Pearson they see is not a cog in a machine but an individual, an individual who’s life is not understood by one signal person save god himself.
Why won't a man ask for help? When his life is in ruins why wont he say one word “Help”? he goes thru life saying that he’s fine but he knows that the way he lives is dragging him and his loved ones down, down to a place where there is no games, no place to relax, no time to sit down and be a family. There is only the wondering of how hard tomorrow will be and why nobody will do anything about the hell he’s in when all he needs to is ask for “Help”.
Why is it that we are concerned with how our government will handle health care when he wont let a black man walk the street. Why does society conform why does it say “if im to throw away my life its what I will do”? because they know that’s what society wants. Why will not a single person say “society is wrong and needs to change” and then actually do something about it.