Rise

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.