I hear screams coming from outside.
It's the school kids so I don't pay attention (they scream and shout for no reason all the time).
A few minutes pass and I hear screams and a commotion.
I look outside my window only to see a kid bleeding, being separated from someone he was fighting with. They almost got hit by a car as well.
The girls of the group kept on screaming while some of the boys left, and some others were with the kid who was bleeding.
They kept on screaming and shouting, and most of them seemed to enjoy the drama that was caused.
Not even one adult tried to separate the kids who were fighting, not even one adult tried to see if the boy was ok. Mind you the road was really busy at the time, so there were plenty of people around.
Most of the kids didn't try to help resolve the situation either.
Watching these young kids on a daily basis, overhearing their conversations, observing their attitude, it makes me really sad.
So much hatred, aggression, hate from such a young age.
So much unnecessary loudness and screaming, which is probably compensating for the things they really wanna say, for wanting to truly be heard. Or maybe because they have no other tools to communicate.
So much time wasted on things that are irrelevant and unimportant. Time they'll never get back.
I wonder what are their parents doing; whether they're ensuring their kids grow in a loving environment or are they too busy with work, survival and problems to care?
These kids are going to grow up thinking that what they're doing now is ok. Shouting, being violent, fighting... They're going to think that shouting is the only way of communication and violence is the only way to resolve your problems.
They're not going to be given the opportunity to explore peace and serenity in their lives. How beneficial civil interaction and communication can be, and how issues can be resolved calmly, without people having to get hurt.
And at times like this, when I see the younger generations going down that dark spiral that the previous generations created, I feel hopeless.
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