Net Neutrality. Over the past several months a war has been raging. Online militia have been fighting for YOUR freedom. It has been predicted that the wars of the future would be waged with computers and the Men and Women behind them, one such war has arrived. Despite Hundreds of thousands of Americans who have taken up arms against these Tyrants (Verizon, Comcast, etc.) we are loosing. Their financial power is overcoming our manpower. We need you, I do not care where you stand Red or Blue, Democrat or Republican those words mean nothing to me right now, this affects both sides! Do you enjoy browsing the internet without being restricted? You pay allot of money for access to the internet you should be in control. If Net Neutrality is repealed we are looking at a very dark future. News suppression, media filtering, Paid add-on packages, Your favorite sites slowed down, this is jut a small amount of things that WILL go wrong. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m being dramatic, I may be scared but I am of sound mind. Give me just a few moments today, Go to https://www.battleforthenet.com/ and contact congress. Despite all of the action that has already been taken our officials have shown they are highly influenced by monetary interests, Show them that we hold the power. As we should, we as voters and taxpayers should always hold the power, and we value our freedom!
If you have love in your heart how can you ever do any real harm? Truth is there is a form of love that is dangerous, it can sway your opinions make you do irrational things, things that very well may hurt others. None of that matters, the drive to achieve that feeling we all crave is so great that in the moment no cost is to great for the chance of bliss. As long as it pays off we can ignore our actions, forget or maybe never even realize what has transpired, what we have done. What if all this doesn’t pay off, when there is a reckoning. Amazed at what we were capable of during this period of intoxication we are left with destruction. This abomination in disguise as real love ruins lives and hearts, scarring some for eternity.
As humans we search for what “defines us” what makes us unique. We develop feelings for those that can point us out and tell us who we are. If you truly want to know who you are, look at what you desire. What if you realize what you were reaching for is impossible? After that what you reach for tells you something about yourself as well. Do you blink and throw your hand back at the stars? Do you turn to the closest thing that you can reach? Do you turn for the thing you know you can reach and have held before? Or maybe its something new that our eyes settle on. In a world so desperate for affirmation, just take a moment and see why and what your heart is reaching for.
There was a time in my life (not so long ago) when I believed in making mistakes, “Take chances! Fall on your face it will build your character.” In my mind as long as I had love in my heart towards others and always learned something, mistakes were not something I had to worry about. Sure occasionally one was hard to recover from but hey I had learned a lesson, even if I lost something to learn this lesson I gained something from that loss. Mistakes are A part of life I hear you telling me. You’re Right, But here is where they become a problem, When you affect another person, when you affect another heart. Or maybe you give up Something so great that your life may never be the same. Maybe what you lost was one of the most special things on this earth. A light that illuminated parts of your life that you had never seen before, A light that blinded the darkest days with rays of light that only God himself could have sent. Or the more alarming possibility, maybe you have done both. Not only has that light gotten darker but you also effected another heart. That other heart being none other than the one you care for the most. Some mistake A broken heart as not receiving love from someone you love. No you can move on from that find other love. Hurting someone you care most about that is what breaks a heart, You watch their light fade from you as the realization of your actions sets in, Only then does your heart truly rupture.
Does A river doubt itself when cutting through rock? Does it ever question its ability? Does it have days where nothing in the world could convince it of the progress it would make in the future? When it looks back on what it has done this far is it amazed and encouraged, or overwhelmed and exhausted. Perhaps it wants to stop, maybe there’s a deep desire to stop fighting for each small slice of progress. So much power and time, two valuable commodities exhausted for what seems to be such little progress. Those closest to the river are bewildered by its progress and persistence. Have they considered how tired it is? Maybe the river doesn’t even want to cut the rock but just by existing, by taking each day at a time it accomplishes what seems impossible. Without any other direction to go it moves forward. Refusing to let doubts have any real power it collides with the stone with nowhere else to go.
I received my first real writing assignment when I was 12. Tasked with filling a page I was overwhelmed. I had never written more than a paragraph! Hearing my dismay the teacher suggested that I write about something I liked. “Something I like” I thought to myself. At the time camping was a common activity with my family, I thoroughly enjoyed camping, and I came to the conclusion that I had to write on that. What happened next I could have never prepared for, my pencil was moving of its own volition, Possessed it effortlessly filled my paper. The child holding that pencil was amazed with what was happening, never had I expressed myself quite like this. As my mind, heart, and hand worked together I developed a special place in my heart for words and writing. From then the daily writing assignment was something I looked forward to. Given ten Minutes (which was never enough) to take the suggested daily writing prompt I would weave obscure tales and narratives that reflected my interests and friends. When it came time to share I was usually the first to offer, I enjoyed enrapturing the class with my words. They were listening to what I had written, Laughing with me! The class, invested in my story would often moan in anguish when I ended my adventure with my common catchphrase “and then I woke up” their reaction would bring a smile to my face. Their audible indication that they had been listening was special to me. When the school year ended so did the prompts. Writing on my own? What would be the point in that? I failed to realize the outlet that writing had been. With no real direction I lost my passion to write and express myself. Sure the feeling came back from time to time in the occasional writing assignment but it never stuck. It may have taken a long time but I have picked it back up. Despite my lack of knowledge, I move forward doing what I enjoy. In time I hope to be a better writer but I will never achieve this goal by sitting Idly by.
Words alone cannot change the earth’s rotation. Words alone cannot stop a volcano’s eruption. Words alone cannot reach to the deepest parts of the ocean. Isn’t that what I try and do with them sometimes? Turn the earth the opposite direction? Halt one of the most powerful events of this world? Reach for something that cannot be touched?