This is the start of something new for me. For this small moment in time, I am escaping from what I am supposed to be and trying to be what I think I can be. You do not know me, I could be anyone you pass by- the one you bought coffee in the drive-thru this morning, the one you honked at for stopping to let someone walk across the street. I am still that person who was not acceptable to you before on your terms, yet somehow is now a friend here on mine. I am going to let you in, and, for just a moment, you are with me...
The first thing that I remember learning in Journalism is to write about what you know. No one will believe you if you don't, and you will never convince anyone of anything otherwise. I know that the world is full of goodness, though sometimes it gets clouded over by evil. I know that nothing is more priceless than holding a newborn for the first time. I know that money, or the lack of, gives you a true glimpse of a person's true personality. No one really is secure about themselves, and the world does not owe you anything.
Friday, January 29, 2010
What I Know...
I know what it is like to give up anything without any thought or return. I know how it feels to have a broken heart that is never as broken as anyone else's you try to talk to. I know sacrifice, loss, happiness, struggle, and determination. I weep at the exploitation of the innocent and the success of the guilty. I believe that love never fails, but that it gets ignored. And, I have hope that anyone can change.
True happiness comes from the laughter of children. Hard work is the only way to achieve true prosperity. Family is the greatest treasure of all. Life is short and unpredictable. It is not fair, but it is good. The only thing we cannot lose is our soul, yet it is the first thing we are willing to sacrifice. And, above all, faith is what carries us where we never thought we could be. This is what I know...
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