The spoiled child is a great burden, and one which does not know how to carry others. The weight of the world’s perceived expectation may prove too much for those narrow shoulders. The very mass of their own fancies may yet oppress them, and, shamefaced and fearful, they crumble, unable to comprehend the sudden power vacuum that occurs when their providers are no longer there to do the hard work on their behalf. It is sadly our own unwitting folly that renders those we have need of, those who were born to lead us toward a better future, into lazy, bitter, faithless followers. Something must change, or with the weight of their burdens, the blindly oppressed will be driven into their graves by those they work so hard to support.