Sometimes it feels as if my young age just tries it’s hardest to prevent me from understanding the world better
I can read poetry and watch movies and nod my head in approval when they say that some lessons are only learned through cold and hard experience
I can bask in the wisdom of those metaphors and praise that high intellect, but knowledge of my ignorance does not cure me of it
How am I supposed to understand anything about war?
Or anything about global warming?
Or anything about nuclear weapons?
Or anything about mass extinction?
Or anything about global destruction?
I can appear to be all high and mighty and cite books I’ve read and facts I’ve learned and studies I’ve heard about
I can pretend to be an omniscient philosopher and tell you all about how poisoned society really is, how destructive the politicians and preachers are, how the entire world is going to hell
It hasn’t even been a full two decades since I had been granted the opportunity to start existing in this universe
Two decades, that’s nothing
The only armour I have is a brain full of nostalgic memories that are somehow supposed to prove that I am now well versed with the concept of living, that I’m better than that clumsy, stupid child I used to be
But I’m still lost in the same sea of dreams
I’m still holding on to the same illusions
I try to grasp the straws of reality, I beg the demons to enter my soul so that I can proudly say that I know what pain is, that I know what loss is, what desolation feel like
I am an adult now, please accept me into your country club of doom
Haven’t you heard? The new trend this season is to believe that there is no ultimate purpose of human existence and that free will isn’t real
We’re all playing the same game, aren’t we?
In schools all over the world they teach us about Thoreau; that crazy philosopher who went out to live in the woods for a while. And the underpaid, overworked teachers feed us the same lines: reject conformity, walk to the beat of your own drum. It’s a concept that’s been beaten senseless by the establishment
Yet nothing changes, does it?
You say you want a revolution? The Beatles have asked, some time ago
The era of hippies living in communes, tripping on acid, wearing flowers in their hair, and protesting on college campuses is dead. It died way before any war ever ended
Are we still waiting on that revolution?
It all starts with one person, I’ve been told
Maybe we should stop chasing the comfort of defeat and open our eyes
Maybe this time, it will be for real
But what should I know, I’m only a child
This is a response to Against the Next War from Café Philos. He’s starting a movement over there, you should check it out.