Our generation was born with the aching horrors of the recent past. We were born at the end of the greatest and most horrific century of the entire human race. We narrowly missed out on grandiosity, pain, prejudice, fortune, Woodstock, war, and many revolutions.
With this burden of a heritage we wander aimlessly in this battered world left for us, with these permanent reminders that we will without doubt batter it a fair bit more for the unlucky fate of the next generation.
Countless times we omit to look back on these tragedies. To compensate for this void behind us, we get history lessons. But in no way do these pay hommage, or even come close to the importance of these terrible acts.
Some people say today's the dawn of a new age. I say it's the terrible end to a great age.
And here I sit. Here we all sit, thinking our actions actually matter.
We are nothing.
If only you look at the recent past, and all revolutions and changes, you feel worse than small.
Looking back at all this, and being the stupid fuck I am, I cannot help but feel like everything I'm doing is routine. Even the moments of excitement I get at lunch, inbetween classes, or on the weekend, feel like a routine.
Everything in each life of this miserable generation is but a straight line that refuses to diverge into insane curves and swirls. I want a sine wave.
With the knowledge we have and the lessons we've learnt from the 20th century comes excessive wisdom and cautiousness, leaving our predicaments overly predictable.
I know it sounds strange. But I just want the glimmer of excitement from the 60s or the new sound of the 90s. It's just that with the world of today I really can't see a comparable revolution on the horizon.
Life is fantastic. But we know too well what it is made of. Maybe that soon, everything will become so under control and in peace, that there will be no need for changes or new ideas because everything will be just too perfect.
Times were bitter before. And the horrors from the many wars paint our core with hate, suffering and waste. Times were bitter, but they lead to beauty eventually. Martin Luther King illuminated the world with his speeches, The Beatles revived the world of music.
Now all we have is Obama claiming in vain to be the catalyst of a new era, and Kesha "entertaining" the close-minded majority.
Yes, times were bitter before. But they were sweet. The sweet is never as sweet without the sour.
I feel my attempts to light up this darkness are too faint. I fall into despair quite often. And so everything I do, every pleasure I get is turned into monochrome fields of dead crops.
I don't know how I came to hate these times. I wish I was stupid.
I really can't see myself turning into a sensible adult that is too afraid to assault the system in fear of losing a warm home.
There is no way of avoiding that.
Yes, predictability once again.
I'm also a fucking conformist.
I'm not different.
Fuck this.
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"I come to this magnificent house of worship tonight, because my conscience leaves me no other choice.
These are revolutionary times. All over the globe men are revolting against old systems of exploitation and oppression and out of the wombs of a frail world new systems of justice and equality are being born.
A true revolution of values will soon cause us to question the fairness and justice of many of our past and present policies. On the one hand we are called to play the good Samaritan on life's roadside; but that will be only an initial act.
A true revolution of values will lay hands on the world order and say of war: 'This way of settling differences is not just.'
This business of burning human beings with napalm, of filling our nation's homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into veins of people normally humane, of sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."
- Martin Luther King, 1967.
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The sweet is never as sweet, without the sour.
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