Change is the law of life. Nothing is perfect and everything needs evolution, improvements, and change either on a smaller level or a bigger level. Each organization, institution, community, and even the smallest unit, citizens, need changes from time to time. As time passes by, everyone’s perspective of understanding the world keeps evolving, and then they see the flaws and need for changes in this world. Most of them ignore it, but those who get concerned about it and wish to implement the changes are called Changemakers, an unbiased community that seeks the betterment of the society going beyond the barriers of caste, race, region, and religion.
Instead of just cursing society and its work ethics, we should prioritize the advocacy for the change. The youth is the changemaker of a new world, a new India, and a new society. The innumerable changes in norms, lifestyle, thinking, and attitude are the need for a better society. Start with the most underrated problems and demand justice for whatever you feel is unethical. Stand against inequality, drug abuse, pollution, racism, and so on. Think beyond the individuality, for the society. Find your mission and be the advocate for the change.
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The generational trauma of my ancestors Still store themselves within my teenage mind. I flinch at sudden movements of a cis white male And begin reciting my eulogy through my head. I did not get the chance to message my mother goodbye.
“Go back to where you came from!” already forgetting That their foundation was built upon the backs of The beated, bruised, and dark skinned.
