She flies with her own wings.

Ranting//

I remember being in elementary school and having a mock election paralleled to the one that was going on in the adult world. I remember anticipating the day that I could vote, the day that I could make a difference. I couldn’t wait to be older, because being older meant being more educated, and being more educated meant being smart and opinionated, and being that meant that my voice would finally matter to the world. 
Now I find my eighteenth birthday just around the corner and nothing is how I imagined it would be. I feel small, insignificant, and unimportant. As a young person I feel disconnected from the political arena. I’m simply an ignorant speck of dust, swirling around, bathing in the sun. But I feel the need to not only stand for something, but to do something.
I’ve become disillusioned, and what I see and hear sickens me. I hate this country. I hate the corruption, and the greed, and the injustice, and the insolence. We are surrounded by inequalities and problems that we feel passionately about, not unlike the generations before us, and yet we do nothing. How can our generation stand to live in this blissful ignorance? How much longer are we going to sit here?
I’m guilty, I know, but I refuse to be any longer. I can’t shake this terrible feeling that we’re passing up battles that should be defining us as a generation. When threatened, we’ve proven that we can say no, but when will we take the offensive?