I know I’m not the only one shouting.
Scroll through your feed—rage, grief, protest, hope. It’s everywhere. And thank God it is. Because if we ever reach the point where those things are absent—where timelines are quiet, where everyone’s just smiling through the chaos—we’re truly lost.
The system is cracking. You can feel it. Hear it. See it in the eyes of people who’ve had enough. The lies are still loud—relentlessly broadcast, repackaged, and reposted—but the truth is louder now. Because truth doesn’t need marketing. It doesn’t need spin. It just needs people—millions of them—refusing to stay silent.
And I don’t care if my voice gets lost in that roar.
Because noise matters.
People love to mock the so-called “echo chamber,” like it’s a bad thing. But when the world’s on fire, when injustice is normalized, when billionaires hoard while the rest of us hustle to make rent—echoes are necessary. They let us know we’re not alone in our outrage. They remind us that resistance still lives, still breathes, still fights.
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If all I ever do is add one more droplet to the ocean of defiance, that’s fine by me. Oceans are made of droplets. Movements are made of moments. We don’t need to be heroes—we just need to show up. Speak up. Refuse to disappear.
I’m not here to go viral.
I’m not here to sell you something.
This isn’t branding. This isn’t content strategy. This is my refusal to play along. Because silence is complicity, and I won’t be part of that performance.
I will not pretend things are fine just because it’s convenient or more comfortable for the algorithm. I will not pretend to be neutral in the face of greed, cruelty, and corruption.
So I’ll keep shouting. I’ll keep writing, speaking, creating, resisting.
Even if it’s messy.
Even if it’s unpopular.
Even if no one’s listening.
Because someone is, if even one person finds this—reads these words and feels a flicker of solidarity, a pulse of courage, a sense of not being totally alone in this mess—then good.
But even if that never happens, I’ll still be here. I’ll still be part of the noise. Because that noise is sacred. It’s made of us. It’s how we fight back when the system tries to mute us.
It begins with unity. It continues with volume.
So fuck the system.
And long live the noise.
