Youth is a sacred sword, invisible yet razor-sharp, brimming with restless curiosity, untamed impulses, and the raw power of life itself. In the hands of the young, it can carve through chaos and thorns, forging a path to their own vibrant world, a road pulsing with life. Yet, this same blade, if mishandled, can pierce the heart, leaving scars that lead to a dead-end alley of doubt and despair.
This sword belongs to the young—those spirited, leaping souls—not to parents, schools, or the suffocating grip of mainstream culture. Too often, in the name of order or fleeting peace, adults snatch this blade away. With rigid rules, shaming tactics, and dogmatic theories, they chain the boundless potential of youth, pressing it into the mold of society’s soulless machinery. Worse still, they project their own fears, failures, and moralizing onto these fledgling spirits, stifling their curiosity and clipping their wings. The result? Young lives dulled into standard cogs, stripped of the chance to become stadium legends, visionary artists, bold entrepreneurs, or creators of uncharted worlds. And they call this “collectivism” a virtue? To hell with that—what good does it do them?
This sword is no mere tool; it is the blazing desire for life, pulsing with passion and possibility. It is mysterious, untamed, and double-edged—capable of creation and destruction alike. It belongs to those bold enough to wield it, not to those who would lock it away for fear of “trouble.” Adults—parents, educators, cultural gatekeepers—must stop hoarding these blades in the name of safety. Instead, we should face our own weathered paths, share our triumphs and scars with honesty, and guide these young warriors with candor. Encourage them to dance with their sword, warn them of its sharpness, and teach them its boundaries. Let them become masters of their own blade, carving out a life that sings with purpose.Return this sword to its rightful owners—every vibrant, daring young man and woman. They deserve to wield it, to dance with it, to become the stars of the field, the dreamers at the easel, the sages of human truth, the pioneers of commerce, or simply fulfilled souls on their own journey. They should never be reduced to suppressed depressives, fragile shame-bearers, reckless self-harmers, or broken drifters. What these blazing youths need is not our control or confiscation but our listening ears, our understanding hearts, our thoughtful guidance, and our unwavering support. Hand them back their destined blade, and let them dance the vibrant dance of life!