We all enter this world kicking and screaming until someone slaps us on our asses and we learn to be silent. It is our first contact with another human and it is not a hug nor a kiss, it is a hard slap that mutes us. Then, however, we are coddled and kissed and cared for until we can finally speak.

Once we can speak though, we are sent to an institution with others who are all similar in stature and mental capacity. During our time there they wrap tape over our mouths and scream into our ears about how to behave and the unlucky ones that refuse to conform are told that they have something wrong inside their heads and that in order for them to act as the others do they must be drugged.

It is also during this time that a pecking order is put into place by the children themselves. It is most clearly represented when they have been let out into the small wood chipped yard where the stronger looking boys run off with a ball of some sort or where the girls with pigtails run around giggling after those boys or where the ones who look frightened of the air they breath go and hide under a plastic slide.

Those same children will soon grow up and they will turn into exact replicas of the adults that had come before, the ones that beat rules and plans into their heads. The ones that never get to grow up into those adults, however, the ones that die young are the truly blessed ones.

We all want to think that we are special and that after our death we will still be remembered but the truth is we live in a world full of narcissists and one day we will all be forgotten, our existence just a blip among the stars.