"An idea not coupled with action will never get any bigger than the brain cell it occupied." ~ Arnold H GlasowIt has become a favorite past time of mine to rant, rave, fume or stew about the state of anything I don't like: The state of my life, the state of our country, the state of a friendship, the state of my room, the state of our neighbors yard. Some of these states are easily fixed, with little or no inconvenience to myself, so I'll go ahead and fix, like my room. Some are impossible to fix because I have no jurisdiction over, like my neighbor's yard. But then there are states that are a little trickier. States that it would be such an inconvenience, or seemingly insurmountable trouble to alter, that I've almost convinced myself that it's impossible to fix; surely there isn't anything that just I, with my limited resources, talents and time, could do to change it. So I think about it; maybe even talk a little, to a few like minded people; then we are comforted in the knowledge that we know the answers, and if We had the power, all would be right with the world.
But what good is having the right answers, if we do nothing with them? Knowing the answers for a test won't get you a passing grade, unless you fill the answers in.
What good is it to know the right responses to issues like gun control, religious freedom, over-seas policies, or inflation, if I'm not using them to respond to anything? Not much. But what can I do?
I can't feasibly get involved in politics; goodness knows I'm not a public speaker; I have enough responsibilities I can't shirk that any major, life-changing action is impossible. So where can I make a change? What is available to me? My pen, paper, and the internet. It may not be a large venue, it may not impact thousands of lives; heck, it may not even touch more than a handful. But it's what I can do. If all I ever do is stir a couple more un-restful minds into bodily action, won't it have been worth it? How can I ignore any possible way of touching lives around me? How can I be satisfied with doing any less than what I'm capable of? What right have I to be displeased with any state of anything, if I had even the smallest ability to impact the outcome, but couldn't rouse myself from my lethargy to do anything about it? How can I not use any means, no matter how small, to promote, further, or support any issue that is worth spending thought on?
So what am I? What can I do? I may not be a head of state, a politician, a celebrity, a reporter, or anyone who anyone else looks to for opinions. I'm certainly not made of the stuff that makes leaders. I have no great wisdom or talents to share with the world. So what am I, that I can share?
I'm a girl with a pen, a good grasp on a few right ideas, a God given right to write what I know, and a burning desire to make the biggest, best impact on this fallen world of ours that is possible in my lifetime. And I fully intend to use them all.