The long road into work gives time to reflect.
Will I know true peace in my lifetime? In 35 shorts years, there has not been a decade without the war of man. It is now two years since that day. I think of the images of that day, the anger, the sadness, and I see the statues in my living room, given for the glimpse of my heart, and grow heavy with the guilt, of having them. What award will fill the unhappiness and despair? What is my contribution yet to make? I feel I have done nothing, only to have willfully fed the machine that holds the public eye. I help focus the first person view of the destruction of man.
We use freedom of the press as the excuse to invade, just as a terrorist to religion. What has become of the values we so preciously seek? We have chosen to survive rather than create. We know what the public eye will watch, but do we know what they yearn to see?
Why must this choice be made, survive or serve? What if we, together, choose both? What if we choose to make a difference? What if we choose to honor the medium and the freedom granted to it to make our world better today than it was 2 years ago? What can we do to make it better? Not because it can. But because it should.
