The Juveniles by Yovela Karimica

When we hear the word “Juveniles”, a few words will come to mind; stupid, young, dumb, reckless, free, too free, strong, too strong, smart, or too smart. Maybe being too smart is a stupid thing as well. For me, being a juvenile is accepting that we’ll always be wrong. We don’t get to make a voice because we’re too ‘young’. We are forced to be perfect under all the problems, the hormones raging, the fake friends, the divorced parents, the pain you get when you see someone you love doesn’t love you back. The juveniles are expected to be perfect in order to make a better future.

But did the older ones make the future better? They don’t see better in our generation. Does that mean they’re failed? The juveniles now won’t see any better in the future juveniles as well. The world is fucked and you knew. No future is better, just more modern and more stupid. People are fighting for freedom when actually they’re closing other doors to freedom itself. The juveniles are expected to be just the perfect humans. We can’t get angry when our parents hurt our feelings by saying something, because we’re too young and too clueless to know when we're hurt.

Many juveniles are tired already of all these. They’re suicidal. And of course, the older ones said it’s not an option or it’s not something you can do. When in fact, suicidal isn’t a verb. It’s a feeling. It’s an urge. Smiles after smiles. Books after books. One wants to be an artist but studies medical. One wants to be a singer but studies about architecture. Because we are forced to be perfect. No, we can not pierce our nose, because it’s stupid. Or skinny dipping in the middle of the night, because it’s stupid. Is it stupid or is it fun? Do older ones lose their fun? Or the juveniles have too much fun? Or older ones are jealous of the juveniles strenght? Or maybe yeah, as usual. Maybe the juveniles are wrong.