Who am I?
Sometimes I lie awake and wonder if I will make a difference in the world.
The neverending noise of the world overwhelms my senses.
And I watch as the torn edges of society continue to corrupt callow minds.
I want to be the change.
Is that me?
I like to pretend the day is lasting,
And the world isn’t passing in front of me
Like a thick blur.
I witness the pain from those who wish to see the change and it feels
Like a weight on my shoulders.
A burden constantly harassing me.
The grief, the anger, the craving. The longing for the world to change.
I worry about what may become of this generation I live in.
We all see the need for change
But ignore it as if it’s just a problem
For someone else to take care of.
Is this what we need?
Who is this?
I realize life isn’t easy.
Standing up for what you believe in comes with affliction,
But I envision a world of equality.
A world where nobody is reduced to a beggared state.
As Gandhi advised, “Be the change you wish to see in the world.”
I am the change.