Human

Call it the exuberance of youth or high hopes. We go forward into life with a will, little sense, and the highest anticipation. We get clobbered from behind without the slightest realization.

We try to shrug it off. It takes a toll on all.

We're told we're just 'maturing' as we throw away our dreams of youth and embrace the insanity and misery of the human condition.

We are told that the innocence of youth is just a childish dream we need to get over. (can you feel me beginning to hyperventilate?)

Over and over again, through the millennia, the youth has cried for surcease. "Something is wrong, dammit!" "No, no, child. Life is misery. Just accept that fact." We succumb, once again, to the inertia of history, the past, and the stupour of the animal as puberty, disillusionment, and failure take hold. We are welcomed into the fold of misery with open arms.