It's ALL the youths bearing the brunt

Sometimes I stand on the ferry between islands and watch the water stretch out, this endless blue that should feel freeing but just reminds me how small we all are in this. The news comes in waves—another arrest, another meeting about cooperation, another moment where someone with power celebrates while others get crushed. I read these messages and I see the same tired pattern. We're all watching the same show, just from different seats. They talk about 'Respect Campaigns' while grown men celebrate goals against children. They hold high-level meetings about energy and climate while former state attorneys get arrested in what feels like political theater. Is this about justice or just keeping people on leashes? We're all trying to figure out the angles, the bluffs, the real motives behind the headlines. But meanwhile, the cost of living keeps rising, opportunities keep shrinking, and we're left wondering if anyone actually sees us. The most honest thing I read today was that it's not just one party's youth suffering—it's all of us. GEN Z, millennials, anyone trying to build something in these islands. We're divided by political colors while the same waves wash over all our shores. The mismanagement doesn't discriminate by who you voted for; the struggle to afford a home, to find meaningful work, to believe in tomorrow—these are universal currencies now. Maybe that's the realization we need. That our strength isn't in defending political factions but in recognizing our shared struggle. The sea doesn't care what flag you fly when the storm comes. We keep looking for heroes and villains in these political dramas, but perhaps the real change begins when we stop watching the performers and start talking to each other on this crowded ferry, all heading toward the same uncertain horizon together.