If dreams grew like moss in the forest of life, and the wind and branches of yesterday’s hope weren’t fleeting like the sun in cracks of the sky, my corkscrew bottle of teen angst would be sealed. As I look outside the window at human nature, I ponder about why it’s accepted for adults to see teens as inferior to them. Societal barriers blaze on top of each other. Burning our impacts and ambitions from their indivisible superiority. Ashes turn into frustration. The work we put in is viewed as invalid and dull. The thoughts and dreams we have been viewed as utopian and too hard to accomplish. Like the roots below the blaze’s surface, we persist. Recognizing the unfairness and hierarchical nature of humans. We all live under the same cosmos. Adults need to start being the “moss in the forest of life”. Allowing us to share thoughts, letting us be in adult-dominated spaces to hear our opinions; not invalidating our dreams like the wind. Margining our different views into one unified view.