My dream is to write an anthem to my youth. In it, I’ll
glorify our messes; I’ll sing to the kids who dream; I’ll write it all for the
generation who was taught to falter, but didn’t.
For so long we’ve been repeatedly told that we cannot be
anything beyond our simple boundaries, and we’ve lived sort of religiously with
the idea that we are not made for greatness, and that we cannot be it. And, frankly, it’s pretty
exhausting. To continually hear that we are lazy and selfish, when—if we tried—we
could be unstoppable. We could—We are
made of cosmos; we might envelope into ourselves, when we are not ourselves,
but when we are ourselves, we are the
sun.
We need to stop teaching these kids—us—our generation—that conformity
is the only way to success; That the media is our only means to understanding
our entirety; That in order to be wonderful, we must fit into a mold that we
cannot fit into, and I’ve said this a
hundred thousand times already.
So shut up, and rise.
