Every one of us (maybe most of us) walks out of college with heads high and hearts puffed out. Every one of us walks out of college or wherever we came from in life with a dream.
We wanted to change the world. We wanted to get rich. We wanted to make the world a better place for ourselves, for our friends and family and children, and for everyone else around us.
When we saw the poor, the homeless, the less-privileged bow their heads and continue to suffer, our hearts hurt of sympathy. Our heads processed how we would change these all and make the world so much nicer and kinder for them.
When we saw the disadvantaged, the injustices in society, how all of them were stepped on and kept silent despite their circumstances. Our hearts burnt with the fire of fury, our heads told us it was wrong. We wanted to change the world - to protect those that could not protect themselves.
But how? But how?
Our hands are tied, our pockets are empty, our abilities are limited. We strive to help. We strive to improve. We strive to change. But we lack the strength to do so.
Did you forget your dreams then? Did you forget your promise to yourself, to change the world and make it so much better for everyone else? To fight, even when you lack the strength to do so?
But what about a voice?
A small voice, in a dark room?
A shout of protest, in a blanket of suppression? A refusal to stay silent even when all those around you are?
Autocracy and dictators thrive because we stay silent. We allow them to rule and do as they please. We let them think they're in power, because our voices do not fight back.
Injustice lives, because we don't fight back. Because we don't point them out and show them to the rest.
Words. Voices.
These are your strengths.