Right now, I have a choice.
I can choose to tell my nihilistic friend where to stick it.
I can tell cynicism to get his lazy ass off my couch. And then look up my old friend hope and ask if she wants to grab a drink.
I can stop asking whether an article is genuine, and start being the genuine article.
Accountable. Consistent. Morally obliged.
Right now, I can keep dissecting race, or embrace the reality that even though we might look different, we’re all in the same race against time to avoid oblivion.
It is no longer a problem for future generations. It is a problem for my generation.
I can keep hating against the press, or keep pressing against the hate, the prejudice and the not-so-normal normal.
I can keep reading about the latest X, Y, Z-gate or I can instigate my own little scandal. I could call it ‘Today-I started-giving-a-shit-gate’
Right now, I can keep talking about ‘them’ and ‘they’ or I can shift the narrative to the first person
that needs to change- Me.
I can acknowledge my indifference.
I can watch from the sidelines or get some skin in the game.
Right now, I can choose to make my voice heard. Or zone out and go along with the herd.
I can keep speculating, pontificating and abdicating responsibility, or I can do something.
Even a small thing.
Because Small Things Matter.
And the Ripple Effect is a thing.
Right now, I can be steered by fear into a corner, or steer clear of the naysayers, the merchants of misery and the prophets of doom.
I can sit back and watch the livestream of bile and vitriol gush past me or I can try and dam it, goddammit.
Preferably before it flows into that ocean of negativity, the one where the levels rise higher with Every. Passing. Day.
Right now, I can keep counting down to some imaginary moment in some utopian future.
Or I can make this present, actual moment count.
Because you see, at this precise moment all I have is this precise moment.
So I can either choose to make a choice, or keep pretending I don’t have one.
My life depends on it.
I can choose to tell my nihilistic friend where to stick it.
I can tell cynicism to get his lazy ass off my couch. And then look up my old friend hope and ask if she wants to grab a drink.
I can stop asking whether an article is genuine, and start being the genuine article.
Accountable. Consistent. Morally obliged.
Right now, I can keep dissecting race, or embrace the reality that even though we might look different, we’re all in the same race against time to avoid oblivion.
It is no longer a problem for future generations. It is a problem for my generation.
I can keep hating against the press, or keep pressing against the hate, the prejudice and the not-so-normal normal.
I can keep reading about the latest X, Y, Z-gate or I can instigate my own little scandal. I could call it ‘Today-I started-giving-a-shit-gate’
Right now, I can keep talking about ‘them’ and ‘they’ or I can shift the narrative to the first person
that needs to change- Me.
I can acknowledge my indifference.
I can watch from the sidelines or get some skin in the game.
Right now, I can choose to make my voice heard. Or zone out and go along with the herd.
I can keep speculating, pontificating and abdicating responsibility, or I can do something.
Even a small thing.
Because Small Things Matter.
And the Ripple Effect is a thing.
Right now, I can be steered by fear into a corner, or steer clear of the naysayers, the merchants of misery and the prophets of doom.
I can sit back and watch the livestream of bile and vitriol gush past me or I can try and dam it, goddammit.
Preferably before it flows into that ocean of negativity, the one where the levels rise higher with Every. Passing. Day.
Right now, I can keep counting down to some imaginary moment in some utopian future.
Or I can make this present, actual moment count.
Because you see, at this precise moment all I have is this precise moment.
So I can either choose to make a choice, or keep pretending I don’t have one.
My life depends on it.
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