Where are we headed?

Where are we headed? If lucky we see the world through clouded lenses, at least as a child. With this view we are entered into a blissful ignorance. Society is kind, our thoughts so far from harsh realities. Perhaps childhood is prolonged into adulthood, the bud of knowledge growing far from polluted air. If not, the curtain is pulled down rapidly at the termination of youth. Shocked by the tarnished tableau that beholds your fresh gaze, you stay open mouthed. This moment though tough, is a gentle stab in comparison to what prevails. Living with the understanding of the world's reality, with little knowledge of how to change it, or even the small universe that circles yourself; the knocks of adulthood can be hard. Where are we headed? There is a delicate uncertainty to the future, one that haunts me each night; preventing me from sleep. It lingers over me each morning, so I awake exhausted. It sits with me throughout the day as I bite my nails with frustration. Where are we headed? Further away from the safety of childhood, into a world unknown, exciting and petrifying.