don't you know it's gunna be alright?

it all started three weeks ago. he didn't exactly know what to make of it, he'd heard whispers of a peaceful protest, a very leftist peaceful protest that spread like wildfire through adbusters magazine. they'd been planning for months and he just figured it was going to be a small deal down in new york for maybe a day or two. a week tops. it now is into the third week and it's still growing, still in its infancy. all around the world people are joining the movement. this will change everything. this will be the start of a better tomorrow. a tomorrow where money is spread around more equally, where there isn't such a big divide between the upper class and everyone else. this is the future where power is more evenly distributed. in the past 24 hours around 700 people had been arrested. arrested for what? for showing the world that the nypd are abusive? for catching police brutality on camera and putting it out for the world to see? for standing up for their rights and what they believe in? for exercising their right to peaceful protest? this isn't just about the economy anymore, it's not about the corperations even, this is about power. this is about living, co-existing on the planet with the ignorent fucks who think that they can push people around and get away with it.  he feels the burning passion to get out there, to breathe a little more life into the flames. he needs to get out and make the difference. it's killing him to wait for oct.15 so that he can be even a city over from the action. occupy Vancouver is coming. the world is watching and it will continue to watch until every last country in the world has realized how much things need to change.  somehow amidst all the chaos in his mind, he manages to remember to live his day-to-day life. as much he wants to just throw himself into it 100%, he knows there are other things that he could be putting his energy towards. other things that will effect his world immediately. the streets filled with dreams do slip to the back of his mind from time to time and he focuses on more petty, teenagery things. even for just a moment.  every moment breathing he blesses, he imagines how the world is, was, and could turn out to be. he misses the past, where free spirits roamed whereever they could. he thanks all of existance that there are such resources to be able to make change in the world we live in. then he starts dreaming of what could happen if those changes do end up happening. this world is pure and beautiful, more than could be said for a good portion of its inhabitants. sometimes he wonders why the human race is still allowed to live. he would think that nature would fight back and resist the cruelty that humans inflict, although humans may just have more advanced weaponry.  <3 <3