Never Mind

With the rise of the sun, sounds of an awakening fill the air. Fresh layer. Fresh air. Fresh cold, but…

Dear Young Men of My Generation,

I write this letter with the utmost respect for you. I know that you are under a lot of pressure from society to make something out of yourselves. Sometimes this pressure is so much, you just let go and stop caring. I wouldn’t blame you. I don’t really know what it’s like, having the responsibility of the world on your shoulders, coupled with your parents’ expectations, and societies rules that seem quite unattainable.