This is hard.
A part of me hates that I'm sitting at a table
with a cup of some overrated Starbucks telling you about my life.
Thing is, I am terrified of you. I rather shut myself in a
haunted house full of clowns and chainsaws
than watch you read what I write. I feel so naked having this blog.
"Then why don't you just write about news or sports?"
I want to. I'm
a journalism student with a desire to communicate about whatever is going on
around me. But there’s just something about connecting on a real level that
draws me here.
I am interested and
concerned about the news, but more so I am interested and concerned about the
ways news is affecting you and I.
The other day my quadmate Kathleen woke me up at 7:30 a.m. to
run. You heard me, we ran for 38 minutes and I hated it. I hated moving my
stiff legs so early in the morning and having a runny nose because of the cold
morning air. I hated breathing hard and feeling faint, I hated that Kathleen
kept telling me to push it and to quicken my pace.
But then I realized.. what if I didn't have legs? What if I had
never been born? Suddenly I started to praise the skies and ran for a whole other 40 minutes!
Hah, Lies. 17h later and I'm still hating it. My legs are still hurting and all I want to
do is stuff my face with cheesecake ice cream and pretend like I don't have
another scheduled workout for this afternoon. But that would be way too
convenient, wouldn't it?
So would be to not write on this blog.
To quote Irish political philosopher Edmund Burke,
"all
that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing."
All it takes for bad things to happen in this world is for you
and I to shut up about it and go on with our lives.
Ebola is doubling by
the week in Liberia, Hannah Graham seems to have been murdered, a car-crash
happened on 29 last week , my legs still hurt... And you and I both know it
isn't going to get any better.
Are we really going to sit around and wait for evil to fizzle
out so we can continue trying every beverage on the Starbucks menu and
complaining about lack of scarves? (Referral to yours truly this morning.)
Will I be so selfish as to keep a passion from living its
course through this blog?
No. And today I am making a commitment to continue to write and write about hard things, to help myself and hopefully those who so graciously take the time to read these words. I am not the up and coming journalist, I
don't have the best grades, sometimes I feel like I can't even speak English,
and I have this problem called fear of YOU.
But we live in a world
that is worsening by the minute and in all reality, we have no time to waste. By connecting with
others, you and I can change the bad things in this world.
And I believe the place to start doing so is with words.
