Revisiting The Mirrors

I posted this a while ago, almost 2 years ago maybe longer, on my Xanga site. The again with some tweaks on MySpace about 1 yr ago. I feel it still kinda resonates with me with some youthful hopes that seem to sound silly in philosophy at parts (ok maybe a lot of parts). But don't we all hold on to childish dreams to some extent and hope secretly one day they'll mature?:


Our mortality brings us one step closer to death and fear one step closer to life. It is fear of dying that ignites the desire for me to take actions that will cause immortal change.

People have asked me "What do you want to do with a major in journalism?"

To be the voice of a thousand. Or to change a thousand. Words are the most instrumental tools one can use to change a universe. They say laughter is contagious. Passion is just as pandemic. It eats at the spirit like an incurable flesh eating disease consuming the body from the inside out. Over the years our morality standards have slipped silently into the shadows of unspeakable sins causing to surface diseases without cure, disturbing statistics of death and their causes, and our aenesthization towards harmful and violent things. I want to call attention to them. Through words I can make others think twice about their actions and motivate change. Real change.

The voice of this generation has been marred by the mistakes of the previous ones and decompose our attempts at a necessary revolution as well as create uncertainty in the lives of the future generations. I have seen the corruption destroy those close to me. Through drugs, alcohol, and the search of acceptance through sexual promiscuity, all of these have become socially acceptable and have even become the norm though they continue to eat away at the conciousness and soul. Any small steps taken towards construction have been detoured. Our seemingly important triumphs are scattered and incohesive blurring into insignificance causing little or no effect on anything but our immediate environments. This is where I want to come in and call others to join in for a great cause.

The words of great leaders, prophets, and philanthropists have lived on for centuries, their full power untapped. We learn about them as little more than dead wise men in our english and history classes. Their actions and voices remain muffled under our own human selfishness and conceit. Few are touched deeply by them. But it is in those few the fire of passionate change continues to ember in people like me and perhaps even you reading this that will cause us to recognize the mistakes of the human existence give us the ability to change the 'now' into a greater 'next.' Hope still glows. Peace's dove still flies with olive branch intact. And Love still conquers. Though their achievements seem small individually their effects still spreads in us collectively. If we remain observant, still, and listen to our hearts, the faint beat of our determination can set forth the march of a new drummer...and another....and another....