It’s so easy, letting go of all hope says the speakers as the State.of.the.nation-CD works in my stereo . Yea, I agree, but do I then fool myself when I say that I haven’t, and won’t loose my hope for this world, this society and it’s inhabitants? Truth is that when I’m realistic I don’t believe we can change the society in any larger scale. I don’t think we can save this planet.
 Save it from what? From ourselves? From the way 5 billion individuals act. From the ways we’ve been taught to act. From the ways that 5 billion people try to make their lives  a little bit easier to live for every single day that goes by.

 Yea; driving the car. My favourite-tape in the stereo. Singing. Screaming. 'I want revolt, to change my world. No more leaders, no more  control. We must resist authority!' Yea, those times I really believe. Those times it feels as if I can take on the world and change it.
 

Watching TV and some issue as animal- or workers exploatation or maybe environmental destruction caused by some multi-national company  (whatever) comes up. A discussion breaks out in the dorm and I’m not late to represent my opinion. However, these discussion leave me with less hope every time; we might agree on some points (I always try to find some common ground) and everything’s fine with that - multi-national corporations destroying the environment is not good! Yep, we agreed and that’s it. And that’s it. That’s it. Is that it? But what about the times when you go to the store and place that product in front of the cash register and pay for it? Have I found a reason for why it’s so easy to give up my hope? Maybe I shouldn’t use the words ’give up’ cos I’m not giving my hope up - I’m actually loosing it. It’s slipping right through my hand.
 

 
I’m really afraid of the fact that I’m becoming less rebellious for every day that passes by (this must be some error; can’t be me speaking). Will I become like them when I’m adult (hopefully I won’t become an adult; I can still laugh at poop-jokes!).
 Adult = hope’s lost? I remember when we were kids, like all of my former classmates and the neighborhood-kids etc. We all shared the spirit of changing things. Back then we all believed we could. We believed in ourselves. Nothing was impossible. But what happened? Someone placed a barrier in our minds; like these things are constant, unchangable. Leave them be. Do not think about them. Don’t try to figure them out. Cause you can’t.
 Now we’ve got leashes around our necks. If you try to go outside of the kennel you’ll feel them pulling the leash so hard you’ll choke. So stay inside. Hide. Shake hand! Roll over! Work, breed, die...
 The funny thing is that it’s not us vs them. Most people are against the authorities but they lick their arses cos they don’t wanna ’choke’ - so they do as their told, and they pick on those who opposes the power. So it’s more like them and most 'us' against the few of us. I guess it’s easier to stick to the ones who are in control.
 

Sometimes it’s so hard to argue when the truth is so plain to see. When they’re not listening. It’s almost as if they haven’t got a heart, you know (and if they have, you just like to rip it out cos they don’t need it). Those times you just wanna smash them dead - krush their heads. Cos they kill your hope for this world. I guess when they’ve killed all of my hope I will either be an extremist or fundamentalist - like really fanatic about my struggle. Or I’ll be just like them; caring about myself and my direct surrounding only - totally intolerant about new things, narrow-minded and negative to change myself and my opinions. Well, at least one thing won’t change - one thing that remain constant; it’s a fine day to uprise...
 

if you have the strenght, the will,
the curage, the conviction,
if you have made up your mind.
have you?