This isn’t some grand upheaval. No pitchforks, no soapboxes, just humans recognizing each other again. That collective moment when we all exhale and admit, “We’re sharing this sinking ship, maybe we should bail water instead of drilling holes.”

I composed this anthem after strangers had become friends. Somewhere in my middle thirties I found myself suddenly in the middle of a community, people started pulling up chairs, asking questions, waiting for answers. The shadows I’d hidden in dissolved.

Look around. Everyone’s hunched over screens, mistaking information for insight. That’s just loneliness wearing a disguise. The real rebellion? It’s quiet. It’ s turning to the person beside you. It’ s asking how they slept.

The biggest act of revolution we can do to change the world is to stop building walls defined by religion, sexuality, and politics; instead, we need to learn how to cooperate and love each other unconditionally as a community of human beings.