I have labored hard, taken risks, gotten lucky, and failed all the same. I have never stopped trying to improve myself and others around me, and I always search for the joy in life. When I consider my life, I feel overwhelmingly tired, like I should feel better, I feel so heavy-hearted sore content discarded angry happy silly grateful glad enraged unguarded proud deserted sad perverted lazy caring kooky nefarious crazy scary spooky hilarious.

I feel overwhelmed.

But at the end of the day. Every day. When I’m alone, with myself, wherever I am, anywhere I am. I am tired. Tired from working so hard with so little to show for it. Tired from the unceasing maintenance. Tired from the world constantly getting worse. And I’m not alone. Everyday I talk to the people around me. They are tired. More than likely, you reading this, are tired. We live in an intentionally exhausting world.

That’s why I fight.

In a world designed to exhaust and wear us down, the choice to get back up and fight is revolution. We are expected to do nothing more than what is necessary for our survival. Fuck that. I choose get back up and fight. And the more I fight, the more I find myself surrounded by other fighters; the easier the fight becomes and the less tired I feel. The best we can give to each other, is each other. In a world designed to pit us against each other, reciprocity is freedom.

So please, Join The Working Class Fight. Help take back what has always been ours.