Sunday, May 8, 2011

On Being The Change You Want To See In The World

Oh beautiful for spacious skies
What a shitty soundtrack of our lives
If we run out of the good years
No, we are not afraid
We're just underpaid and waiting for the world to disappear.

It's hard to beat the system
When we're standing at a distance
So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change

I will change the world. In fact, I already have.

The mistake that so many historians and psychohistorians make is that they forget that small people can make a big difference. I have made a big difference in some people's lives. Some of those differences are good, some not so much; some of them they recognize, some they don't.

I reach out to people, show them how I see there world. Few of them I gain physical proximity to, but all of them have been touched emotionally. I've had a few instances where I passed someone on the street who I've helped, and as I reach out to more and more people, the chances of that happening again increase.

When I was growing up, I had one dream, and it never faded. When everybody is little, they have dreams of greatness, being rich, famous, publishing a book, but mine was less modest. I wanted people to recognize my name. Not as in, always talking about it; not as in knowing my name; just recognize it.

"Hey I found a new writer the other day. Ace Edmonds. Heard of him?"
"Sounds familiar. What did he write?"

It's still a dream of mine. 

I know, I know: The problem with dreams is that we have to wake up at some point. I'm awake, and I know the difficulty of my dream. It would be far easier if I just wanted to be famous or rich. But I will be happy if I can even achieve this posthumously. And yes, I'll just know.