“What’s wrong” I ask myself. It’s really a foolish question, because I know the answer. Not only have we given them the stuff that dreams are made of, but we’ve also given them “uppers” to keep them awake all day and “downers” to put them to sleep at night. Not only have we given them big rooms in big houses, we’ve also given them designer drugs like Ritalin so that we can avoid interacting with them. We’ve given them unlimited freedom, sent them on their way, and we’re now paying the heavy price for the neglect.

What have they been looking for all this time? Love, I think. And, we’ve betrayed them by giving them anything but. It’s no wonder they’re piercing themselves and subjecting themselves to all the pain. They’re crying out for a conversation or counsel and we’re buying them off with Blackberrys and laptops. We’ve given them everything but what they really need.