In Tune

There was a time in life when blood was an outspoken barrier but one that could be crossed if it was desperately wished for. Generations later, the same barrier of purity and relevance exists but no longer is it willed to cross. Sealed are the gates separating those deemed higher and those looked down upon and few desire the lust and passion to fumble with the aging locks. Surely devastating to realize, but it can only be expected that rules will become stricter as time moves on. Some may openly disagree but when one is forbid to marry because of differences that no one possesses the power to control, outlooks become tighter and reins are being pulled too close. No one is willing to let their guard down when they need it most and there lies the issue of finding true happiness.

In the earlier times of trumpets of sounding joy and trinkets of feathered flowers, few ever questioned what their heart was screaming. As opinions changed they allowed themselves to grow with the alteration and although the risk left you wildly uncertain, soon you felt content and inclusive. Not only did the notion make sense but why it died out was still a mystery until inspected close enough to make sense of the true horror. What could this horror be, might you ask? Fear. Cowardly, infinite, lazy fear, but one that could spread its affects faster than what would be stoppable.

And there the current problem existed. Not only were parents forcing their children to follow their proclaimed orders but they were also banging their opinions into their heads so that when they became parents years later they could pass on the guidelines just a simply. As cruel as it was, it was life. No child wanted to disgrace their parent’s wishes but if doing so led to eternal happiness, would it not be worth it in the end?

So work hard to forget those times of sun-kissed cheeks and laced pleated dresses that fell to the ground; the promising moments of bubbling laughter and unmistakable love. You cannot fight to get those moments back into what the current times call an average day. Years have gone by and the expectations of children have both declined and increased. Declined in value but rose in control. Nowadays, parents want their children to grow up, find themselves a substantial and sturdy employment, and settle down to produce their own offspring; hoping wildly and praying desperately that they would grow up to be miniatures of themselves. Those were the desires that littered the minds of so many adults with children. It was amazing to think about the little value that they offered.

But in these advancing times, value no longer seems to hold any substance. What did significance matter if wealth and power could help you socially? Nothing. Significance mattered nothing to those who had money and high social standards. What a shame that is.

But falling back on the point that is working to be crossed, there is still hope that one fed up privileged soul will let his guard down for once and look accidentally in a direction that he never dreamed of inspecting. There, if he continues to embrace true beauty rather than be embraced by lousy splendor, desires will come together in ways that could work to be relevant to those of the past. So beginning a risky journey into times of great repulsion and disgust, brace yourself as the unexpected of the present slowly melts into grassy meadows of vibrant sunshine and rocky castles fanning colorful buttons…