A Youth Movement

A Youth Movement
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As we all search for meaning in what we are afraid to know, in a world where everything was beautiful and nothing hurt, It's the nicest people... the kindest and funniest ones, the ones who hate this world the most, who really fight for the future.

March first. The war between Russia and Ukraine (which ended in immense tragedy) gave nothing original to the world; but, in fact it brought people together towards one common enemy, and all participants displayed the basis of their frustration: a desire for peace and freedom.

As we all reach for our vice to experience that oh-so-familiar state of intoxication, that feeling we know more than the feeling of being human, to escape the reality we are in. We should remind ourselves that laughter, along with the madness, seems to be the only way out, the emergency exit for us humans. You don't have to be an academic or anything for that matter, to understand that in our lifetime, we will be met with more suffering than happiness, but that shouldn't prevent us from feeling our way through life until something fits and we find something or someone to love.

When I look back I ask the question, when will normal reality come back? Next week, next month, whenever (if ever) we get the chance to experience it again, what will it look like? Of course, we are told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But we do look back, and that's what I love about us because it is so human. When looking back, it's impossible to imagine a society that isn't ugly. Look harder, I tell myself. Ugliness is just a failure of seeing.

I think our role as the youth movement is to have come up with a lot of wonderful new lies to tell our kids, otherwise, people will not want to go on living anymore. But who gave me permission to say such dreadful things. Does it occur to you: that just like you, I'm probably very tired, marching in the middle of the night right now carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders as Sisyphus did up that hill, while I watch you lot dig my grave for me. I don't want to be here, it's required. You can best believe I would like to play a part in digging my own grave thank you. I won't wait 45 years to receive my pension. I am want to live now!