We wake up every day to a world we didn't create, but now endure. A fire that we didn't set ablaze, but must now contain. A reality we can no longer ignore but must fight to extinguish. It isn't distant to us anymore, and nothing can convince us that we, the youth, should be silent. I've grown up with my rage has been building year by year. Rage, settled alongside hope. Because what is an anger as injustice going to do? Action should be our only tactic. We can sit aside with misery as our world twists and turns into unforeseen directions that will be detrimental to us, or stand up. Stand up and speak out. Say something. And first, feel it. Feel the/p>