i want to start a revolution but they dont take me seriously. do i have to be a black man with consecutive platinum albums to be taken seriously?do i have to be in army uniforms with highest ranks on my shoulders and ak47 strapped people over my back. instead, i would not talk about it and be a lonely blogger forever. i wont fight against discrimination or other pity problems. there are people out there doing that with selfish endeavours behind the coats of social benefits. but we are not supposed to see that. we are supposed to be hopeful till the extent they want us to be. they give us compensated freedom and we feel the power. its pity how blind and decepted herds of people we have become. statism has never existed anywhere. its dictatorship in different form that we live in. we were dictated from the time we took birth and still are. fear of society imposed consequences has brought us where we are. but still i feel responsible and guilty for not listening to the voice inside my head. the voices outside, the rules of the world are adamant on making me part of their herd. but there is a voice inside. that is original as well my definition. there are classes that dont interest, community where i dont belong, relation that i dont understand, norms which fail to satisfy my logic, decisions that i dont relate to. and they tell me there is nowhere to escape. but, the voice inside knows the wayout. do i have the guts or the will? can i fight? evenmore am i prepared to disappoint and figuratively die?
but, i want to start a revolution. i dont sleep and i have lost my apetite. i can feel the chains around my head getting tighter with each passing day. its just me on my side against the world. i will retain my original choices and expressions. maybe, i will die. but, before that i will be a revolution
ps:- inspired by the short film “secretprojectrevolution” directed by Madonna and Steven Klein. freedom is personal anarchy to me. i hope you got that.