For Me And My Neighbor.
This is not the first selfish thing that has crossed my mind, but it is the first selfish thing I have admitted out loud — I need this revolution.
Most of us do but would not dare admit it. I don’t wish to die, I don’t want to lose those who matter to me and don’t wish to see anyone lose theirs, but it is the painful march toward, perhaps, a period of newness — a catharsis. The knowledge of real change in the atmosphere, that the things we were used to are no more…a real chance to start over from ruins of the things that held us in fake security and safety.
I envy those among us who burn loudly with a passion against tyranny and oppression. Those who rage against the blatant lies smoothed over by parlor tricks and an infected media. I selfishly hope this fire doesn’t go down, that it rises high beyond these elections to consume everything that should burn.
The world will be here when we are gone, it’s no use living like we will gain it by cowering and turning a blind eye. I just wish it were more organized, the riots are begging for a leader because the tyrant has drawn his sword.
Someone to buy the army to his side. Anyone to quickly jump on this course to scribble down a plan and lead not to the ballot because there’s no hope that way even with all this intimidation. Maybe everything is going to plan and will fall into place without my two cents. Good.
Maybe, just maybe, I want the world to burn so I don’t have to burn alone — so I profit off its back and fall away into the shadows without excuse. I will feed off the uproar and drag my own demons to the masses and shake them off. All responsibility will fall off my shoulders onto the change moving across society. It is the best scene for all self-purge while the eye of society is distracted by the fires and blood.
A personal revolution is hard, but it wouldn’t be necessary in the face of a tribe revolution. I would join it to escape the boredom, the self-inflicted loneliness, the distastefulness of life. To die there as one of the protestors, but I would have died for myself under a righteous cause.
Those of us with no real purpose guiding our heart, or who abandoned the ways in which they were raised — wandering the desert of their souls, is this not the oasis? A chance to feel anything other than apathy? A chance to be “reborn”.
For Me and My Country.
