Of Hope...

"Ultimately our gift to the world around us is hope. Not blind hope that pretends everything is fine and refuses to acknowledge how things are. But the kind of hope that comes from staring pain and suffering right in the eyes and refusing to believe that this is all there is. It is what we all need - hope that comes not from going around suffering but from going through it."
-Rob Bell

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Graduation Celebration Frustration


High school graduation in North America had become one of the most ridiculous events to ponder. I am completely in support of celebrating the youth’s achievements, but for more reasons than simply being disgusted by some wealthy parents buying thousand dollar gowns with gifts of rhinoplasty, breast augmentation and the newest BMW, I have come to see this annual, cultural milestone a spectacle hiding what concludes as utter disappointment (I.e., how far can a high school diploma really get you now adays?).

The nearly-twenty age group becomes the unwilling worm hole for all advice from whoever deems themselves learned enough to provide it. While best intentions are always in place, it gets frustrating to watch elders pass on information that seems to be developed from cynicism and fear, rather than hope and optimistic practicality. 

I have exclaimed my frustration with ideas of being able to control your future before, and as I described then, it’s not to say that I don’t believe we have great influence in our lives, it just seems idealistic to believe that with so many variables in the world we actually have control over where our lives will ultimately lead.

So why then, do we endless push and nag teenagers to pick their life path? Why can’t they just study something in school that they are going to enjoy learning about regardless of their career path? Most likely they’ll change their minds 8 times or more anyway

Are you doing exactly what you imagined you would be when you graduated high school? Or even on the same career path?

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