It’s just the other side of the coin really.

The other day, an argument on Facebook with a friend got me thinking. Just as quickly as we comment to posts, sometimes trashing thoughts and correcting grammatical errors, this time, I made an effort to read more into the article.

Well, a piece my friend shared was about introducing pills(you know those drugs that prevent you from having kids)to 10 year olds in schools and hospitals. She was surprised however, and put the post up as a shocker. On the other hand, I wasn’t surprised. 10year olds, well, let’s say I have seen these little brats behave in a manner that since the conception of my being (two decades and a few years ago), I still have never had the guts to behave like they do.

I quickly commented that kids in our society deserve to have the right to access pills and condoms…a comment that was met with uttermost disgust and disbelief!

Who are we kidding? In this rotten society we have created through the years, every aspect of life has become perverted. From the media that teaches us that girls in bikinis sell more than men in suits, churches that have shown priests in their lame efforts to satisfy their sexual urges, schools that require us to have good grades in exchange of sexual favours…the list continues. Bring this child to the job market, and they learn how to sleep their ways up the ladder, career-wise.

May be I digress, but as we have always known, it’s a man-eats-man society. We all know that. The society is rotten. Fullstop! Our kids have sex, indulge in alcohol, take drugs. We have made them this way. It’s something we cannot abjure. Just like racism, of course its common sense that it’s a vice, but do we still practice it? Of course!

It might take years to revert back. Like poaching and its effects, so is the rot in the society. We don’t try to fix things by assuming they don’t exist. We teach kids how to live in this wild world. Give them our two pence worth of advice, give them a helmet and let them go to battle!

As someone was wrote, “we teach kids how to live, but we shouldn’t forget how to teach them how to live with the world outside our homes”.

We sure cannot be on the lam from the putrid society we have created! As much as we abhor it, it’s become a battle field for the little minds in our midst to survive in.

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