The headlines report another horror as I woke up today, and it’s hardly important what it was; it’s a general occurence these days.
It’s doubly disconcerting how the response seems so familiar nowadays; the outcry of injustice, the ones who promote hope in response to the ones who fall to their knees in despair and hopelessness. Slight tweaks here and there to provide more contextually relevant anecdotes and tweets, but the message has always stayed on the same course.
For the youth, it is clear that we are the children of wartime.
From 15 years ago, we’ve seen nothing but the consequence of wars that only exists to most of us in headlines, targeted despair-inducing pieces, and the flood of opinions allowed by the emergence of social media giving everyone a voice.
We are jaded, as much as some would want to deny it, because if we weren’t, we could never survive all this. It is not a thing to be ashamed of, we do what we have to, in order to carry on.
Our ‘curious mix of cynicism, delusions, and hope’ seems to have become the armour of the 21st century, to what avail, I wish (and many others, I would imagine) I could name.
It’s exhausting to live in this world nowadays, but it makes every moment of joy seem victorious and glorious as it shines against the backdrop of despair.
I suppose that’s why we cling on to hope, because the shine is so worth it all.
I suppose that’s why we continue to fight, because the shine is so worth it all.
I suppose that’s why we are still here.
The shine is so worth it all.