Why..........

Why do things have to turn out the way they do....Everything happens for a reason...but why can't somebody tell me exactly why...

Why can't somebody explain the way i feel towards some ppl....why....wat did i ever do to them...why do they treat me like dis....

Why are they ignoring me....what did i do....

Why....why....why......................................

Smells like teen spirit

Yes, i know thats the name of a Nirvana song but it nevertheless inspired me and it just fits the article anyway

Every teen is different. No doubt about that. There are of course, stereotypes,and choices and the decisions we make that unwittingly help us segregate ourselves even though,a lot of us,at a subconcious level,dont want to

When we're a kid,we see something that fascinates us. There can be varied influences but there is always this one thing that holds our interest more than the others.

Then we pursue that one interest say singing or dancing or roller skating or something like that. We see the professionals and we go "Thats gonna be me someday" or "i'm gonna be famous for this". This happens around ages 12-16 and then,a tragedy occurs-we grow up

We look back on the old memories we had of doing that thing we loved-like winning a contest or making a new friend and sigh and say "Wow,those were the best days ever" or "Wow! Can't believe i was that crazy back then" But we have to ask ourselves. 'Why crazy?' or 'Is dreaming crazy?'

We look at peopele in our day to day lives,mostly the ppl elder to us and we think to ourselves 'why didn't he/she follw his/her dreams?' amd we rea;ose after a wjo;e.that they had a choice. They could've either followed their dreams,struggle and face potential failure or wild success or they could just kill their dreams,get a 9-5 job,get good money,be happy and just stay snuggled in your comfort zone,all the while,scared to spread those beautiful wings and fly

Now,i cannot force you to follow your dreams,as i myself let my dream slip out of my fingers and i only realised it yesterday. The dream i gave up wasn't a small one-I dreamt of playing for the IFL

Yeah i know... surprising... I was a footballer myself... A crazy one i might add. Circumstances forced me to let that dream slip through my fingers and mostly, I let it slip through my fingers. I don't think i can follow that dream again... However i have another one,and this time,i'm positive that i wont let it slip away so easily.

But its the choices we make that set us apart from everyone else. If we choose to spread our wings and fly,there may be a million potential risks in what we want to follow but THAT is what sets us apart from everyone else-either your dream, or the fact that you're bold enough to follow it

But there is a spirit in me...A fire which i'm pretty sure all teens have and we just let that fire just go out as we get older. Why?

No guys. Please,lets not allow this to happen. Let that fire burn and keep it aflame. And if you're not going to follow your dreams but do something else instead,Fine... But try to direct the warmth of the flame to whatever you're doing or going to do. Then, you'll definitely start loving whatever it is you're doing or going to do.

That flame of hope.. That fire within us.. is the essence of all teens. 

"What keeps the flame alive?" You ask...

Its something within us...That smells a lot like teen spirit...