I am going to change the world.
Really… I am. I can be anything I want to be. A CEO, an Entertainer, an Olympic Gold Medalist; whatever I work towards I can acheive.
I was 5 years old when I first said that, and society reaffirmed me, you told me “yes, you can be whatever you want to be, you’re special.” But now, because I’m in my early twenties, if I say those words, I’m cocky and arrogant.
For some reason when I grew up, my elders wanted me to throw everything they taught me out the window in order to conform and follow in their footsteps. Blazing my own trail is now considered too risky, or stupid because I’ve crossed this “magical threshold” of being a teenager. Dreaming, I now find out, is just for kids. Now I must conform to what I have been “trained” to do.
What if I don’t want to do that? Is it my fault that I still believe all of those things you and Mr. Rogers engrained in me? Am I stupid for believing I can do whatever I set my mind to?
I don’t care if you think you lied to me about following my dreams, you didn’t. You lied to yourself, because I am already changing the world, and blazing my own trail, you just don’t realize it.
I am Mark Zuckerberg, I am Shia LaBeouf, I am LeBron James, Michael Phelps, and Usain Bolt.
I am Generation Y.
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