Questionable

short story

Sometimes I question the things we are told to ask, why should we learn how to do a task, when that has already been learned? How will we move forward if none of it is ever earned? You would think that we have learned to never take off our armor with our back turned and if you touch the flames you will get burned. Told as a child, so I never learned and now I'm older I tried it and I am burned. My flesh turned red because you cannot truly learn, just from what others said. So if you are awake late at night in bed, and your brain needs to be fed because it rips apart anything good ever said, and your limbs feel like lead, but you have to get up and go to school where all the questions have already been asked. We are sent Home with pointless tasks, and weight on our backs, but we will learn not to just question, but to break the walls built tall with prejudice and fear. We are the younger generation and we have no fear.