It's Not Easy Being a Teenager

It’s not easy being a teenager. We age in our abilities and our potential far too quickly and far too all at once. Overnight, without warning, our eyes are held open and forced to investigate the vast supply of knowledge, information, technology, opportunity, and inherent error that is our world. The suddenly expanded capabilities of our minds are overloaded by the possibilities of thought that are suddenly opened up to us. The dark, mysterious nature of our reality, infinitely interpretable and essentially ambiguous, roars, with its all-penetrating voice, “examine me!”, and we do just that.

When I first set my mind on, well, thinking, things got ugly fast. In all honesty, it’s only gone downhill from there. With every moment, my mind unravel another layer of choice and ideation, and opened another door to possibilities in patterns, paths, and directions of thought. My mind is one massive family tree. When any one more factor to thought, experience bringing change in mind, or concept needing inspection blindsides me from out of nowhere, the whole tree takes a hit, needing to be reexamined and reconstructed.

Please see my inspection of Good and Evil for more on that exact idea. Now, back to my insanity.

As I started with, we learn and gain ability far too quickly. If, possibly, these monumental and life-changing developments could come at points evenly incremented through a period of say, 10 years, we would be able to adapt to and utilize each one to our own, personalized, best fit. As it is, we need to pack these years, lifetimes, of thought and evolution into as little time as we can deal with, packed down underneath everything we do on the surface. There is so much that we are called upon to accomplish, when, even spending every moment of our days, not even then would we have time time to intellectually capture everything that we need to do to satisfy our own, personal need for thought and understanding of everything that goes on around us at every given moment on any given day in this insane, overwhelming, and intrinsically complicated reality filled with things that we can every day only hope to comprehend in their entirety in order to live out our daily doings to an extent that makes them productive and enjoyable to the slightest of acceptable notions of productive and enjoyable.

There is a lot on our minds.