Insight Into A Teenager's Mind

It's late at night. My mind keeps tossing and turning around more than I do in my warm, cozy bed. As said, it's cozy, the type of cozy in which, one would indulge on hot chocolate and binge watch series of Sherlock's famous mysteries-- yet my thoughts barely settle. Reminiscing about old times wishing things would've followed another stream while contemplating future prospects realizing there's not much in your power to give occasions another current of flow.

Rotten to the core dreams, brand new goals, peer pressure, and other's expectations of you are enough to give those already troubled juveniles that final push over the edge. We fall, only to rise again and find ourselves at crossroads awaiting to be faced, ambushes anticipating to come forth into the light from the darkest depths, out of which we can hear the puerile voices in our mind that have become suppressed residents in it-- now clamoring to arise.

They say a different version of you lingers on everyone you meet, this is the answer consequent of "why do we constantly try to impress ?". It's ridiculous how it has gotten to the point where we buy or show off things we don't like, with the money we don't have, to overpower people we don't like

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in the first place. Vile situation to find oneself in, that's crystal clear. Nonetheless, somehow history always finds a way of repeating itself-- civilization after civilization-- while the prevailing society continuously fights against this and many other wicked phenomena spreading their nefarious venom onto mankind.

It is indeed a maze where every human is endeavoring to get out of, but the impossibility of doing so skyrockets as no one knows the origin of the maze; and when the beginning is kept obscure, therefore will the stopping of such never-ending tangle.

Truth is though, throwing dust into someone's eyes, precisely when "someone" is you can be quite distressing. Now the reason I'm saying this goes way back to the very introduction of this passage. As mentioned, everyone knows a different "you", but you also encounter contrasting versions of you, thus creating intrinsic confliction of the individual. Once you discern that, your various frivolous personalities clash. You come to conclude that you are merely a maze yourself, sauntering on the pavements of a larger-scale maze that has been going on since the dawn of time. Hence, dare tell me how does one find the motivation of living, let alone the purpose.