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sanajawa
17/F/Singapore Sana Jawa is a Junior at United World College of South East Asia, Singapore. She believes in karma, and thinks her whole life is one long Bollywood movie. When not editing stories for the school’s literary magazine, Sana can be found dancing in her room.
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When we are born, we make our first promise. A promise to abide by society’s rules and expectations, and to fulfill the status quo. We are only to be what society deems correct. It is a dictatorship and a repression of individuality. A production of a row of robots, each the same in their monotonous design. Fully functioning machines - not a nut or bolt out of place. But if you dare to misstep or if you try to rebel - no one is to blame for the inevitable consequences of your actions but yourself. Because society shapes us, and we shape society. And this allows for all hatred and discrimination to fester. Slowly accepted norms in our God Fearing, Deteriorating, Splintering world. Separated by what we look like and not by who we are. Standing out and being different is unarguably wrong. More deplorable than being scared of what is divergent, unfamiliar and what we frown upon. That this vicious circle of sameness goes on and on.
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 7:31 AM UTC
sanajawa
O Status Quo, Status Quo! Wherefore art thou Status Quo?
When we are born, we make our first promise. A promise to abide by society’s rules and expectations, and to fulfill the status quo. We are only to be what society deems correct. It is a dictatorship and a repression of individuality. A production of a row of robots, each the same in their monotonous design. Fully functioning machines - not a nut or bolt out of place. But if you dare to misstep or if you try to rebel - no one is to blame for the inevitable consequences of your actions but yourself. Because society shapes us, and we shape society. And this allows for all hatred and discrimination to fester. Slowly accepted norms in our God Fearing, Deteriorating, Splintering world. Separated by what we look like and not by who we are. Standing out and being different is unarguably wrong. More deplorable than being scared of what is divergent, unfamiliar and what we frown upon. That this vicious circle of sameness goes on and on.
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