Precious little snowflakes coddled by society. Kept at arms length from harm. Cherished little blossoms nurtured in the womb of ignorance. Holding that their little feelings should guide their every thought. Lost to logic and reason, placed in flower pots of bad ideas. Given to the belief that life should be fair and go their way. Oh what an awakening when the winter of reality sets in. When at last the flowers emerge from their cocoons and enter the world beyond the veil of their protected realms. Into a land of adversarial ideals and bureaucratic impossibilities. Where their primrose path and rose colored glasses are shattered and they are forced to fend for themselves. Longing for their perfect utopia which is a paradise lost, because not everyone agrees with them.