“We are not all created equal; if we were we would all have braces on our legs”
I believe that we are not all created equal. I got this idea from the movie Forest Gump. I believe this because if we were the world would be a very bleak place. Also if we are all created equal, then why was there slavery, why was there the Civil War, and more importantly, why is there war at all?
Though no person has challenged this belief I have challenged it myself. I have at times wondered if this was possible that we are all created equal, and this belief is just a way for me to seem normal, a way for me to seem like everybody else, but then I kept telling myself that I am not like everybody, that I am unique. Also if we were all created equal there would be no need for different skill levels at school, we would all learn at the same rate.
Imagine, if you will that we were all created equal, at first it would seem fine, but then look closer and see how boring it would be. It was this visualization that made me to believe in this even more. I know I am not like the next guy, but that is okay with me, and I should be okay with you too. It should be okay with you because if it is not then you will live a very bleak life, a life written in lies that we are all created equal because we are not.
I am not the best skater, yet my friend of the same age is better, we are not equal. But inequality is what keeps our country a whole. It is what keeps it going, people with different skill levels at different jobs. People like Stephen King, who has written books that some cannot. Also skaters Tony Hawk and Bam Margera who have dazzled the world with their ability to look like skating gods.
You see we are not all created equal, and that inequality is what keeps us as a whole, it is that in equality that shape who we are, and it proves the point made by the mother in Forest Gump, “We are not all created equal, if we were we all would have braces on our legs”, so I leave with this, I believe that we are not all created equal, the question is, do you?
By P. VanSickle