Rebel with a cause.

I am a rebel. A huge rebel. I have no problem in accepting that. In fact, I will accept that a million times, with pride and little remorse. Because, guess what, it's who I am. I can't pretend!

Hello there! I'm the Earthian.

There are two kinds of rebels, if you ask me. The ones that rebel for no reason at all. And the ones that rebel with a cause. I'd like to believe that I belong to the second category. My causes may not be the most agreeable ones. But that's exactly the whole point. I am ME.

To think that people are willing to overlook any thing, any crime, any issue and any problem hurts me. Am I alone?

To think that people believe that age is what that defines a person and his/her knowledge, embarresses me. Is it wrong?

To think that people are willing to go to any extent, and I mean any, to get themselves recognized, to get a name for them, makes me want to cry, because this story always leaves behind an innocent victim who will be termed "the loser who can't take life lighly". Does it hurt you too?

To think that people are willing to hide behind criminals and crimes just so they can be secure, absolutely devastates me. Because it's one thing to commit a crime but it's a whole other thing to justify one.
Do you get me?

There are a million more reasons that makes me a rebel. But the biggest of them all is the thought that the world is not going to change any time soon. Because it doesn't have enough rebels.

Lots of love, peace.