Global Changemakers

Ideas are penetrating me and I am filled with someone else’s ideals, presence and disagreement. I concentrate on the sensation of the flow of new thoughts stimulating my mind with the pleasure of connecting to others.

Others… Caribbeans, Latin Americans, Globals… it doesn’t matter! They are all just words of classification. There are simply no others, we are all young… too young that we dare to dream of a just world where we share issues, challenges, and problems; a world where inequality is the rule and apathy is the spirit.

Yet, we still dare to dream!

I can feel the ideas pushing me back and forward, up and down, in and out a moment when we are hoping and others are stopping and change is just a word written in a paper or a tee shirt and food is a need we discuss in a coffee break and we are trying and we are growing and somebody turned twenty and we are celebrating… The world celebrates every 60 seconds the death of another HIV victim. We chose to celebrate every 30 seconds an inspiring experience in an elevator pitch.

Would the elevator go up, or down again?

I feel energy inside of me. The pleasure of being with you exceeds my expectation to the extent that I close my eyes to sense your rhythm; the rhythm of a clap, a movie, a song… It doesn’t matter as long as my eyes are still closed.

I open my eyes… I see you. I smile and I sleep for once with the confidence that “others” will open their eyes soon and the doubt that you will close mine again.

—Samar Mezghanni, Global Changemaker