For What It’s Worth — the world feels like it’s unraveling in slow motion. History is on repeat, but this time it’s not black-and-white footage, it’s WiFi, burnout, and a war inside our own walls. This post is part of the Mixed Tape Series — truth-telling set to the songs that still echo in our bones.
For What It’s Worth, we’re in a civil war.
Not bayonets and blue coats. Not battlefields in history books.
This one is quieter. Slower. And more destructive.
It’s happening in our streets.
Our systems.
Our homes.
Our schools.
Our families.
Our workplaces.
Our food.
Our minds.
Our sky.
Look around: cities torn apart by protests and unrest. Police in riot gear. National Guard deployed to contain the public rather than protect them. Government mistrust climbing to a boiling point. And above it all, world war headlines blink across screens like background noise.
When did the news stop informing us and start force-feeding a narrative?
If you squint, it starts to look familiar. Like black-and-white footage from the 1960s — only it’s in color now. We’re watching history loop back, this time with WiFi, the internet, and angry burnout folks. Folks who are tired. Tired of the shit being fed.
We’re in a war alright. Maybe two.
One is out there. In the chaos, the politics, the global tensions.
The other is in here. (Points to chest.)
It’s the war between awareness and avoidance. Between truth and illusion. Between people who are waking up and those too overwhelmed to open their eyes.
I think about the hippies a lot. Not the Halloween-costume kind. The real ones — the ones who screamed through art, music, and love because they couldn’t stomach the world they were handed. They didn’t always get it right. But at least they gave a damn. What’s wrong with love and light, anyway?
Now?
Now people scroll past modern-day horrors like they’re spam emails.
Kids dying. Rights stripped. Corporations playing king while we argue over crumbs.
The medical industry cares more about profit than patients.
Pharmacies keep their hands in every pocket.
The conflicts of interest aren’t hidden anymore — they’re flaunted.
Some of us feel it. That stirring. That shift that’s coming.
Some of us feel like strangers in our own country, maybe even our own families.
Some of us remember what truth feels and looks like.
We’re not imagining it. Something is happening here.
And what it is ain’t exactly clear.
But our guts know.
Our hearts know.
And if you’re still reading this, I think you do too.
So what do we do?
We remember.
We resist.
We speak up.
We refuse to be lulled to sleep.
We need to open our eyes, even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts.
Because pretending it’s not happening won’t stop the train from coming.
If anything, it means you’ll be caught totally off guard when it hits.
You don’t have to march in the streets.
You don’t have to smash windows.
Smashing windows is just a distraction.
Truth shakes the broken foundation.
So here I am, telling mine.
You don’t have to agree with me.
But if your chest hums when the world gets quiet…
If your gut whispers that something’s off…
If you can’t shake the sense that this isn’t just politics — it’s survival…
Then maybe, just maybe, you feel it too.
“For What It's Worth” by Buffalo Springfield
Curious minds want to know …. this song, have you heard it?
Author: Ellie Wilde / Grizzly Hippie Journal Series
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