Who knew? (August 9 [Megan C.])

Did you know, at the ripe old age, of 7 what you really wanted to do? You probably said something like, "I want to be an astronaut," or "I want to be a doctor, firefighter and basketball player." This is all well and good, but you're only 7. There are still 11 years of programming to withstand before you are given an opportunity to undergo at least 4 more years of programming, at which point you are set free into the world to do as you have been programmed to do since before you were really a person.
As soon as our parents find out our sex, they assign us roles in life. They plan out the toys we are going to be allowed to play with, which colors our bedrooms can be, and even what jobs they want for their darling little girl/boy. It is all out of our hands until we are freed from the programming cycles of life and can figure things out for ourselves.
Who knew?
Who knew that growing up in America, as an American, was so stifled and unbecoming. This is supposed to be the land of opportunity; the home of the free and land of the brave; the place people come to grow; the country where we have all sorts of freedoms protected by law. However, what it says on paper and what gets lived out are two completely different things—in a social sense at least.
You come out of your mother's womb a boy: you're going to like blue, have short hair, play with G.I. Joes and Tonka trucks, and you're going to play sports.
You come out of your mother's womb a girl: you're going to like pink, have long hair, play with dolls and make-up, and you're going to dance and do other "girl sports."
Where is the freedom of religion, the freedom of speech, the right to bear arms? Bare arms? Whatever.
No, I am not saying that babies are able to comprehend religion, most can't talk, and guns are ridiculous no matter who has them—let alone a baby.
Who knew?
People fight so hard for the right to life. Pro-lifers would have us believe that life starts at conception, that there is a heartbeat at 19 days, fingernails at a month, hair at a certain time frame. All of which makes the developing fetus a human. However, I'm pretty sure I can find pictures of animal fetuses that have similar attributes: heart beats, claws, fur, but we would not consider a wolf fetus who has the same characteristics as a human fetus, at approximately the same time, to be a person. So, where do they draw the line? However, better yet, where is their fight when the baby leaves the womb and can be—for sure—classified as a human, not an alien subspecies? Where is the fight for the people who are dying in the hospital? Where is the fight for the people who have been condemned to death, in prison? The fight starts and ends with the fetus? How can one consider themselves pro-life, when the life potential for any baby person is snuffed out as soon as the officially enter the world?
Once you cross the threshold into this world, your entire life is planned out for you: what you'll wear, what you'll do for work, who you will marry, etc. etc. etc. The list can go on forever if your parents want it to. And yet, this is
America… home of the free.
Who knew?
Now, there is still hope. You see, once the programming is complete, as far as social standards are concerned, we have the capability of taking a good hard look at what's really going on. We can change the system for the better. We can fight the machines that are brainwashing tomorrow's youth. We can make a difference.
Shake off the shackles that have been tying you to the ground since birth. Rise to your feet and take an honest look at your life. What do you want to see happen in this world before you time runs out? What do you want to do with your time? What is it that makes you sad? What is it that makes you happy? What do you want to be? Do it. You can make anything happen with your time left in this world, it's just a matter of doing it.
Putting one foot in front of the other—we take steps towards a better tomorrow, but we have to want it. We do a lot of talking about change: I'm going to do this, that and the next thing, but not right now. We fail to act with urgency. We stutter step our way towards tomorrow, and before we are aware moments have passed. The day passes and we are still trying to figure out what the next step is, instead of just seizing the moment—no creating moments of action. The world is against us, so we have to fight for ourselves to change the way the machine operates. We have to fight. We have to stand united against all the forces, trials, tribulations and principalities that would have us fall in line and follow the plan.
Who knew?
I didn't' know.
You didn't know.
Until now!
Now is the time for action. Now is the time to do something about it. Now is the time to stop talking about it and start being about it. I do not want my children (if I have any) to be programmed to hate people, to see people superficially, or to abuse the privileges that have been afforded to them because of their status in society. I want to leave this place a better place, than when I was brought into it. I don't remember much from the beginning of my life, but as I look back I wasn't allowed to know a lot of things. Now that I am 27 years old, been through the programming cycle, I stand before you and say, "We have to change this world."
Now you know.