I want to make the world a better place. But, I don’t really know how.
You see, I believe we are all shaped by the people, the places, and the things that we are faced with in our lives. For me, the majority of my opinions and beliefs were defined in one moment, by one person, who committed a single act of violence. But this post isn’t about that moment, it’s about the person that I became because of it, and the passions it created within me.
I want to make changes to our laws and Justice System so that forseeable crimes can be prevented and first time offenders don’t become repeat offenders. I want to be involved in crisis intervention and supporting people who are trying to remove themselves from bad situations. I want to be innovative, I want to be effective, and I want to be preventative. I want to shape young minds and raise better adults. I want to raise awareness and accountability.
But where do you start when you have such big dreams? A few courses to become more informed? A degree? A change in career to become a lawyer, a cop, a social worker or politician? Do I volunteer? Donate? Write literature on it? Start a campaign? All of the above?
I feel so overwhelmed when I think of where my true passions lie, because I feel as though little ol’ me couldn’t possibly do all of that, especially without giving up my current career to start over. I pick up the newspaper and read the stories of women who were raped and beaten and murdered. I feel helpless. I feel like my own passions are beyond my reach. I couldn’t possibly make a difference. Could I?
The purpose of life is not to be happy – but to matter, to be productive, to be useful, to have it make some difference that you have lived at all. -Leo Rosten