Another dream being stuck at school, unprepared for an exam.
Always a dreadful feeling believing this will at no time be finished.
Why do I keep being brought back here? Something feels left undone.
Am I being shown my homework and study in life never ends bar none?
How awkward it was back then, trying to fit in again.
Somehow I made it out unscathed, persistently waiting until the end.
Though when that era came to an end I was sad, was school really that bad?
I missed my childhood and close friends, we were together for so long.
But then everyone was eager to grow up so quick, I now struggled to belong.
I began to withdraw from those around. Frozen in time, endlessly stuck in this paradigm.
Missing opportunities to build lasting memories with others. To open up and feel connected.
All beside me were changing fast, while I stayed in perpetual numbness and remained protected.
I was aware of the inevitable but I refused to participate in this.
I was not ready, I wasn’t fully fledged. I really just wanted to go back to being a kid.
To be free and have fun, adulthood can wait just a bit longer.
Though I was now alone, stuck in my room. Isolated with nowhere left to wander.
I didn’t understand my sensitivity, held in captivity. Why I was so different in those days.
I now know my uniqueness is my greatest strength, no need to hide it anymore.
It is something to be explored further. To be shared and honoured to its core.
Looking back at my schooling I can now see how the system fails many of us trying to make sense of this world.
It indoctrinates and ridicules those who are different and fail to fit into the norm.
If you struggle to follow orders, to obey and do as your told.
You will be pressured and forced to follow the regime, until you are a part of the mold.
Where the smartest are those who can remember and recite the most, boasting about having the highest score.
Never mind exploring your innate gifts, developing your intuition and creativity from within.
No encouragement for being an individual and growing your confidence underneath your skin.
Reminiscing now I can see why I have these dreams often. I am being reminded of how school truly was an alarming part of my existence.
The worrying thing is this is still the way our society operates in all facets, no wonder I had so much resistance.
~ Written By Justin Bose © ~
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