Awake

Awake.

We're awake onto a new journey; onto a new generation; onto a new century.

We're awake in a era where “genius” is a frequent term to describe civilians.

We're awake in a era where genocides continue to flourish in profuse amounts.

We're awake in a period of hardship, oppression, depression, trials, and travesties.

However, we're also awake in a period of breakthroughs, miracles, discoveries, and joy.

Awake.

We're awake in a generation where life is full of tangibility;

yet we are also awake in a generation where dreaming is believing.

We're awake in a world where lives are being stolen shamelessly,

Yet awake in a world where lives are being given miraculously.

We're awake in a generation where sights are ever so beautiful,

Ever so exquisite,

Ever so ethereal for words.

Unfortunately, we're also awake in a generation

Where horrid sights are unwillingly integrated into our minds,

Forever haunting us.

Awake.

We're awake in a place where we are either blown away,

Left speechless, or greatly disappointed.

We're awake in a duration of disbelief, and of overwhelming evil,

Yet we're also awake in a duration of deluging kindness and modesty.

We're awake in a century where things are either categorized as “too good to even be true”,

“too surreal to even believe”, “too preposterous to even accept”, or

“too demeaning to our society to even be deemed honest”.

Awake.

We're awake in a world where glasses were once shattered.

We're awake in a world where streets were once vandalized.

We're awake in a world where discrimination ruled highly.

We're awake in a society where sympathy is gradually, but surely, subsiding

Direly awake in a society where audacity is gradually, but surely, uprising.

We're awake in an era where gangs roam the street of global news,

Yet we're awake in an era where heroes roam the street of our hearts.

Awake.

Most importantly...

We're awake in the present, in the now.

We're awake either mourning over our dead pasts or joyously celebrating.

We're awake preparing to wake up our sleeping futures.

Awake. 

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