Give a dollar to a favorite cause? Speak your mind? Develop an opinion? Give a speech?
To different people, action had a million definitions. The important thing is to pick one of those definitions and apply it to yourself. It isn't enough to be sentimental about a disaster or to write in your diary how terribly frustrated you are with the world. In some way. In some form. Just DO something.
We always talk to each other about the great things we are going to do with our lives after high school. Since kindergarten, we were the class that would save the world, stop global warming, and finish our homework all in time to watch our favorite TV shows. I'm not saying those dreams are no longer applicable or even reasonable. But those dreams aren't worth anything sitting in our heads. And those dreams are worth so much more than that.
To act is not an easy thing. It involves skill, education, and a WHOLE lot of confidence. It requires self-sacrifice and sometimes embarrassment. You must be willing to give yourself to a cause, risk your reputation for something you know is right. Be confident of the unknown and have thick skin.
The ability to act indicates maturity.
We are stuck in an awkward place. We want to make a difference in the world but don't know how. The tool we are given is college but we don't know where to go. They throw the world and all it's messes into our hands without us even wanting to leave the secure, small world of Arcadia. Bummer.
We cannot feign ignorance anymore. We are all going to be adults. Adults with more responsibility than just being a good student and doing the laundry. We now have responsibility for humanity.
Don't want that job? Too bad. We don't have a choice. We can continue to just let the genocides continue OR actively try to stop them from occurring. We can increase the number of the homeless and hungry, OR we can go to a food bank and volunteer our time. We can continue to melt the polar ice caps, OR we can petition for alternate fuels. There is no such thing as middle ground or innocent bystanders. We are either the cause OR the solution. We can no longer feign ignorance.
See no evil. Speak no evil. Hear no evil. What a load of bull.
So what will you choose?
"The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing."
My last night as a full-time child I didn't want to sleep, for fear of Waking up in a rustle of too-crisp sheets And a creak of inadequate bedsprings With a lightly snoring virtual stranger eight feet away. And also I didn't want it to be tomorrow, Because then it would be time to do what I've denied for three weeks of subsistence And oblivion--ignoring is bliss. And I saw everything I never did Lying around me, pieces and steps of the Success I never got, reminders that Whatever I planned, I never got far. But in the middle of these broken promises To myself, I could see for the first time That I have not been broken. And I must keep myself, all that is real, As daybreak does, and nightfall. I exist to others, but all I need is me. I will be the last promise, when all is said And kept.
Some days days when I'm doubting myself, what I truly believe, or while trying to shake myself from some undeniable fact (which I choose to deny anyway), I feel I am too strong in every way... unbalanced.
Not the GOOD strong (hero-ish types), but the kind of strong that people in the olden days thought women should never be.
Strong as in intimidating potential lifelong friends and relationships I didn't let past my iron defenses... thinking them useless and childish.
Strong as in opinions very few share. Standing out when it might be better to fit in... speaking when it seems precocious to do so.
Strong as in features, mostly unique. I'd say I had a confident look... but others think it intimidating as well: short curly, mostly unruly hair with bold black rimmed glasses, and I'm not "dainty" as defined by any dictionary term.
I'm afraid I'm going to miss something or someone because I seem too unapproachable, too loud, too boisterous, too giggly, too opinionated, that I argue too much, and talk too much. All the extremes, barely any middle. A strong coffee only a few can even bear.
Never would I fall for something without the guarantee that someone would catch me. I now realize those defenses make my falls harder.
If I didn't put my heart into everything I did, I would get back up from a seemingly bad fall unscathed. But I do. And I don't think I'd have it any other way... but I'm still wondering "what if..."
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