Remember when you didn't know about the injustice of the world? When you were just a kid and all the big problems were within your own world. You didn't worry about other people.

And do you remember when the rose tinted lens was shattered? When your world view did a 180 and suddenly you could see the flaws in the system, in people? Yourself?

Do you remember losing the innocent and naive side of yourself? When the world suddenly became darker and less friendly? When the outside began to lose its colour? When people seemed crueler? When knowledge became a burden rather than a freedom?

I remember.

It was a long time ago. I was barely into middle school. And I met someone who helped me see. It was like they had taken off a blindfold. Like the scene in the Matrix where Neo could suddenly see the faults in the world's programming.

I saw the bugs, the glitches, the viruses. And I understood. The world was not the kind and welcoming place I had been brought up to believe in. It was a dark place where only those who had the power made the rules. Where a minority ruled over a majority. Where I had no power. Where knowledge made you dangerous, or radical.

But we know. We know how powerful that knowledge is. How strong it makes us. How we may be few and far between, but we are an army. An alliance. We're all different. We are individuals of different backgrounds. But our struggles are one.

Right now we are a gathering storm, the glass of the rose tinted lens digging into our heels as we press forward. But as the pressure builds, when our storm hits, it will hit hard.