Chickens are a funny animal. If there is a group of chickens, and one of them is different, the rest of the chickens will peck at that one. Eventually that different chicken will get bloody, it’ll lose its feathers. Eventually the group of chickens will single that one out and peck it until it dies.
Reminds me a lot of highschool kids. I guess the only different thing about kids in highschool is that they have a mental breaking point. That different chicken can snap back at the group who is trying to peck it to death.
That’s my summary of school violence. Chickens. Stop pecking. Idiots.
Then the other observation is about life. Things always seem so terminal, and so final. Why is it that every highschooler thinks that their popularity in highscool, or their reputation, is the end all be all of life. It’s all just a drop in the bucket. Any given set of years is just a blip on the radar. Once highschool is over, none of that matters. Once college is over, none of that matters. Life goes on. Things change.
It would be truly depressing to live a life where things never changed. Where none of the characters were dynamic. I feel sorry for every kid in highschool who thinks life will never be anything different, or for everyone who thinks about ending their lives because it won’t ever get better.
Life isn’t perfect, and sometimes it is incredibly cruel. The things that make life worth living aren’t always present, but hope is the last thing that dies.
It reminds me of something I told to a friend: I’d trade in all the bad days, for the few good moments we had. I’d live through years of misery, for the few good days.
As miserable as things are, I still smile when I think about the things that really do make me happy.
Let’s just hope I keep remembering that.