I’ve been told some of these issues don’t concern them (or me, for that matter) and never will … so why bother?
Why spend time trying to tackle issues that will never arise? Why not just let things be? Why ruffle feathers? Why advocate for change when this is what it is? Why not just “enjoy life” and “take it easy”?
Why do I look for answers where there are none? Why do I keep pushing people out of their comfort zones? Why do I espouse debate?
They tell me to lighten up. To act my age. To have some fun in life.
I ask them: Why not just stop thinking all together?
What is the point of getting an education that stresses on using one’s critical thinking skills if you’re not willing to use them? Actually, what’s the point of education, even?
Why not just go with the flow, stop asking questions, and propagate the status quo?
Complacency is so easy. So is conformity.
But is that all we want of our lives? That which is convenient?
Even if we don’t really believe in social stereotypes, just shut up and assimilate?
Because it is what it is?
I ask questions because I have a thinking mind. I wonder, I fear, I suspect, I marvel, I doubt.
I seek to be a better person. I hope to be the source of some improvement, no matter how miniscule.
I don’t think everything is right the way it is.
And I think we dwell so much on insignificant things that those that really matter get sidestepped.
Those of you who read these blog posts and tell me to enjoy life: you are a privileged lot. You have the mental faculties, the education, and the opportunity to make a real difference in the lives of those who don’t.
So, to you I say, grow up.
I use my writing to probe. To analyze. To connect with a larger audience.
I am not about to squander it for posting trivia. I am not here to entertain. I am here to start a dialogue — even if it is with yourself.
I am here to express my appreciation of this life and the world we live in. I am here to comment on the beauty and the ugliness of it all.
I am here to be honest.
I am not sober and thoughtful all the time. I know how to have fun. But I cannot live the obsequious life. Or the smug life.
This blog is a reflection of who I am — it is a tapestry of many different emotions.
It’s like a car ride through different terrains. We’ll admire the natural beauty, honk through the urban setup, and even stop for ice cream along the way, but the journey is going to be bumpy and uncomfortable at times.
Hop on if you’d like to stretch those mental muscles.