Thursday, October 27, 2005

Trust love, for love is truth...

We do not have to acknowledge all the moments that have made us who we are. We cannot and it would be foolish to try. But there are moments that we can definitively identify as significant. There are people that you know have changed you, and the way that you will perceive things, forever.

Some of these people change the way you want to live your life; some actually change the way you live your life. Some not only offer you a different perspective, but help you become open to the perspectives of others. I’m not talking about people who simply open the door and leave you to walk through it, although they have their own significance. I’m referring to those who, more subtly, give you the tools to unlock the doors, dismantle the walls, smash the windows and overcome what you think you know. They help you understand the delicate nuances inherent in every aspect of life. They not only show you that you think in a different way, but to embrace the gift that that difference entails.

In the course of my (short, but nevertheless full) lifetime, I have met many people. Perhaps all of them have changed me in some way, simply by having been part of my life experience, but now I wish to acknowledge those who unknowingly gave me part of themselves and have generated ideals, ideas, understanding and the courage to pursue what I know to be true.

This semester, I allowed myself to love against convention. I loved without expectation. Unhindered and unimpeded by self-imposed and societal limitations, I did not fight what I felt, nor did I fabricate what was not there, and so learned truth from it. From this love, I learned that I must not be naively optimistic, or unduly pessimistic. I must care. I must seek to be informed. Refuse to succumb to outright pessimism, but temper my optimism. Support what I believe is right. Know that I am capable. I do not need high aspirations, or excessive expectations, I simply have to care. I must not abdicate my responsibility by saying that the world’s screwed up, so let’s party. Party, yes. But to suggest that I don’t have to do anything about it is not acceptable. And so the revolution begins... at Brunetti’s ;)

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Choose your battles...

We are all faced with choices. They are perpetual and each has their own significance, if only slight. Every revolutionary must decide what it is that they are fighting for. A chess player must decide which pieces will be sacrificed for the greater good. Some have the luxury of deciding whether they want caviar or weet-bix for breakfast. Each individual faces their own issues, and whether inconsequential or of tremendous significance, each must ultimately make a choice. I will not surrender the battle. I will remember that a half-hearted plunge is no way to live. I will not keep away from the edge.