Children

As a child, I was forced to follow rules that adults rarely follow. Lying was wrong in all cases. Making up stories was not acceptable. You always had to share. Please and Thank-you were required. And everything was supposed to be done with others in mind.

As an adult, we can do whatever we want. Lying is alright as long as it will bring about some personal gain. Making up stories is an author's career. Sharing is rare; generosity is even more difficult to come by. "Please" and "Thank-you" are camouflaged in an atrocity of rude words and uncaring language. And people barely ever think of others. Everything an adult does in this world is, in some way or another, for their own personal gain.

The world increasingly saddens me as I get older.