I was happy and asleep before. I was happy to stay deep in dreams where it was okay for truth and everything else to be subjective. Where it was okay to know things just because I knew them, and the biggest thing I ever worried about was trying not to make anyone angry. Maybe you're like that too. You're sleeping, comfortable in the box, the cage they shoved you into. A lable or stereotype, you're not understood so you cry or cut yourselves or scream along to the angry songs with words you love or hate or don't understand. Just wake up. Open your eyes. See the truth -- It's there, I promise.
When I opened my eyes it hurt, like a boot to the stomach that leaves you coughing up blood and struggling to breathe. Fear replaces comfort and the light is cold and harsh, offering no solace.
There are few things shocking enough to wake you up like that, and too few people who see the world as it really is. Please wake up. Open your eyes. It hurts but it's okay, if you stay asleep they'll kill you. The things you hate, that you pretend to rebel against (it's all an act, you know, you're not being original) are going to trample you and leave your broken and battered body as an example to the others who refuse to see.
Out here there's no place to hide. And you can't ever sleep again, but at least you won't be blind anymore.
Oh, sleeping revolutionaries: You can't change anything if you aren't awake. The world won't see you unless you proclaim your existence to the universe. Trace your name in the stars, start a movement, whatever. Do something. Be passionate. Live.
That's all I ask. Just live.
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