This is me
I love freedom of speech. It allows crazy people like me to ramble on about anything they like and get a reaction. It allows people whose intelligence could be in question to feel like they are a genius for a moment in time. It allows politicians to confirm or deny the fact that they confirmed or denied something else. It’s great.
Someone please walk by me on the street and ignore what I’m saying, I would like that very much. My freedom to say the things I want to say is my little part of heaven in a world that asks us to conform to a great many things. The opportunity that I am given here to talk about the things I want to talk about may not sit well with those who do not agree with me, but hey it’s what debate is all about.
I do not want to agree with every single person on the planet. I do not need to agree with every single person on the planet. If I did it would make God’s green earth or a scientific wonder (depending on who you believe) very boring if everything was the same and everyone looked the same, acted the same, talked the same, felt the same and did the same things. Where would the spark go? Where would the originality go? Where would our great thinkers and inventors be? Where would religion be? Where would protest, outrage and moral high grounds be? Sometimes, with all the opportunities we have to express ourselves, it is great to be alive.
We all have opinions. Whether it is a journalist who just wants a rant about Mary Harney and her inability to run the health service and/or Rafa Benitez’s supposed trouble with the American owners at Liverpool Football club, we have all been given a chance to speak our minds (in the first world).
Some would say that there are cries and voices that are never heard and never will and I agree with that. There are so many things on this planet that need to be fixed and there are only so many handymen that can do it. There are only so many causes one person can benefit, only so many lives that can be saved, only so many people that can be saved from persecution and only so many people that can be protected from themselves.
Maybe it is just me but I would not have the time for groups that persecute because of where you come from or what category you fall into. Maybe that does not make me a whole person or a joyous person or someone who is capable of following the path that has been chosen for him. It is harder to find your own path rather then it be chosen for you. You get nothing for nothing and if everything was handed to us would we appreciate and reap the benefits? I doubt it.
It is tough enough being myself without trying to imagine what it is like to be someone/somewhere else. I care not what right, left and centre will think about all of this because at the end of the day I answer to myself first. I am the one that will wake up at 5.30am tomorrow morning, look in the mirror and ask myself if I am capable of doing what I have to do in work to the best of my ability. Can I be strong enough to judge my own performance as well as consider what other people are doing?
I have people I trust that keep me on the straight and narrow, the real people I love and cherish. I have had others that I care about that used to keep me on the straight and narrow but found that it was not a role that they could commit to full time, not a bad thing as it’s taken things like this to make me realise who I am and what I can be. I’ve never stopped learning, even when I believed there were times I was learning little.
I hope I never believe I know it all.
Tuesday, November 27th, 2007 and is filed under Thoughts & Questions.
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