"How long do we have to wait, And how long will we stay silent? When will this weeping generation dance again? Oh God when will the truth be restored?

When the lost find a name we're believing in, and the fallen get back onto their feet, and the broken start to dream again, and the sound of hope fills these streets, You'll know it's here." -Lifehouse

This morning as I sat in awe of many students getting awards for their high achievements, I longed to be one of them; to be one of the recognized who is able to keep my life together enough to achieve something that makes other people proud of me.

But now, as I look at myself and the world around me, I realize that's not what's important. My life, my hope, everything I have been and everything I will become is enough for me. If I only inspire myself, I have done much more than I ever thought I was capable of, and if I inspire other people, what does it matter if I am one of the recognized?

Can you feel it? When our lives end, and we move on to whatever lies after death, we won't matter because of the effort we put into making achievements. The weak will become the strong, the last will be first. When Lifehouse sings of a revolution, they're right.