The young are lucky in so many ways. They haven’t seen too many expressions of youth. They haven’t passed through the labyrinth yet, looked back on their younger years, looked back on it again and again. If they try — better yet, if they don’t — they can be who they are, who they really are inside, without being crushed by the world and the idea that it’s all been done before. It has. Kinda. But not really. It hasn’t until they’ve spoken. Until they’ve sung. Year after year, it’s always new for the young. For another generation to take its turn falling through, running through, walking through the labyrinth.
But for some young people, it’s not just the usual obstacles. It’s breaking free of societal constraints, of stupidly absurd and arbitrary constraints, above and beyond the usual stupidly absurd and arbitrary constraints hurled at the young by the old at heart. For reasons that defy all reason, and all true “morality,” which is really nothing more than kindness in the flesh, flesh and blood kindness to all humans, to all of Nature, and to the future. True morality is just that: kindness, generosity of spirit, compassion, sympathy, empathy, and when we toss those aside, we’re “immoral,” even if our texts tell us we must. Because the old — or the old at heart — wrote those texts, the ones that impose those arbitrary, patently cruel constraints on others, and it’s immoral to continue doing so. It’s a thousand times unkind. Let them be.
Let them be who they are. Be moral. Be kind. And just listen.
MUNA -- I Know A Place