πυρά

I am not just another angry kid.
Well, maybe I am. A little. But not everyone is the same. No one is the same.
It is not just the anger. We are not simply consumed with fury. There is sorrow. No one ever sees the sorrow. Our anger is that sorrow that we do not want to admit.
We are angry kids, brought up to function solely as consumers, brought up to grow accustomed to violence from the age of seven, and underwork our minds until the day we feel only numbness.
Last month, passing through the national road we encoutered a burning truck on the side of the road. I don't know how it caught on fire or wether anyone was hurt, but I didn't react to it as I think I "should". I just stared at it for a while while passing by and the next minute we were far away. I have seen this scene before. So many times in movies, or in the news, and through my tv or my computer screen I am always far from it. It s fictional, it does not have real consequences and it has already happened, a thousand times, in another place, at another time. Every time I simply watch. Until that day came, and I watched just like I did any time before. I could not think. Just stared at the blazing fire.


We are angry. Sure we are. What did you expect?
What are we angry about though?
Are we angry beacause we do not have as much money as we would want? Because we cannot buy shiny toys and clothes and technological gadgets so that we can show them off to the rest of the society?Are we angry because we just want to feel powerfull and superior?


There is no use in being angry for the wrong reasons. We might as well shut up and accept what is coming to us.


Or we can wake up and be angry at something that is worth this fury.