The class system of life

There are the forty year old football dads that live in their glory days as they push their sons to do the same as them.

There are the forty year old drugs addicts still waiting for the greatest high in their lives. If they have achieved it, then they're trying to relive it.

There are the forty year old moms that never had the chance to be the prettiest in school, so they ensure their children will have what they never had, even if there is not enough money for this. 

There are the conforming non-conformists that all look alike; the bullies and the bullied; the peace lovers and the war makers. The rich and poor coexist as equally as the playground bully coexists with the smaller nerds.

Then there's us. The collective us, the us that's trying to live the best lives as possible. Is it?