Some things matter. Some things are important.
To be honest I couldn’t really care about your Intelligent Design vs. Evolution arguments, your abortion is murder discussions, your theories on whether or not aliens visit earth on a regular basis. I don’t care if your president had an affair with a donkey or my prime minister lived in a haze of cocaine whilst at university.
Something that matters?
The day a bunch of apathetic fifteen year olds, so wrapped up in their own inner turmoils of abuse, neglect, drug-induced delusions, alcohol tinged hazes, paranoid demons, court appearances and anorexia can turn around and say with incredible force and tears in their eyes, oh my god, what a load of fuckers.
Yeh, this is what matters.
And so what if these fifteen year olds forget what they saw by tomorrow? For a moment they felt the pain of other people. They recognised that other people suffer. They even recognised that it could happen here too. For that moment in time they lived. And they lost. And a little part of them will never be the same again.
And I’m so grateful that I can say I was there when something inside them briefly ignited.
But that was today. Tomorrow? Bring on the donkey lovin’ president …
please God bless these disillusioned kids xxx Elsabeth
[and if you haven’t seen the film below … tsk, go watch. go now. it will shame you]