Crack open an egg and see the yolk take the shape of its desired form. As it finds its way out, it would dread the darkness of its past. It surely takes guts to break even the most fragile barriers and smash the course shells of what we are conditioned to hold as normal and just. They hum in synchronized beats, like a choir knocking into your senses: “this is how it’s supposed to be.”
Yet here you are, with nothing but your braveheart — smashing this imaginary glass ceiling above your head. Crystals rain resembling diamonds of some sort. Soon after, you pile them up to reach for something grander. As you climb up, you come face to face with a rigged game controlled by century-old systems.
Young kid, it’s time for a new world. You hear violence and fists destroying everything; and with the serenity of the sound of paintbrush gliding through the canvas, keyboard tapping as you type these words, camera shutter blinking as it immortalizes light, courage finds you — and a million others — to restore humanity.
