Today I was sitting in the library at 5:23 pm and all of the sudden my phone made the BBC noise. Nelson Mandela had passed away. I started crying.
Everyone around me continued to study.
I’m trying to grow up—I’m trying to understand other people and have an open mind.
I texted my friend. She didn’t know who Nelson Mandela was. Everyone in the library continued to study. Nobody cared. I’m trying to be accepting but sometimes people just suck.
Nelson Mandela was one of the greatest men to ever live and still life didn’t stop. Life never stops and sometimes it should. For Nelson Mandela the world should have stopped.
In my generation there is no equivalent to Nelson Mandela. And I’m worried we will never have one.
Our generation is more concerned about the death of actors and the Kardashians. Last weekend I saw so many posts about the death of Paul Walker. I am sure Paul Walker was a great man but he didn’t end apartheid in South Africa. He didn’t spend over a quarter of a century in prison fighting for his beliefs. And yet, Paul Walker received much more attention on my Facebook timeline than Nelson Mandela did.
I’m worried that my future children won’t be able to cry over the passing of a great leader. I’m worried they will only be able to cry for the death of Justin Bieber.