Of Paper Cups and Megaphones
It’s been around five years since I started blogging, and I think I have turned this…
When I started blogging, I always thought that my blog was the little paper cup I shout in. Frustrations about my life, school, work, romance, and just about everything else, went into that cup. Over the years I realized that my cup runneth over with every frustration I had placed in it. Shouting into a paper cup that’s already full doesn’t really do much. More than that, I’m not the only person who’s shouting into a paper cup.
So I took my paper cup, did a bit of tweaking here and there, and turned it into a megaphone.
Now I’m not a patriot or a nationalist; I don’t consider myself as one or the other. After all, Thomas Jefferson once wrote that “the tree of liberty must be replenished from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.” What keeps me grounded and in check is that in the whole scheme of things, I’m just one step ahead of being completely and totally irrelevant to social change. Yet it is that one step that puts things into perspective for me: there are things that are bigger than I am. Everything I do, and everything I write about, takes place in those things.
I’m not going to be so pretentious as to say that I am the voice of the voiceless, that I’m the hope of a new generation, that I’m the future of this land. Or that I’m pure, idealistic, that I’m a patriot or a nationalist. Because I’m not; the reason being is that this is still my little paper cup where I get frustrated, where I scream away all my joys and my pains and then leave it there for everyone to wonder why I am so mad, why I’m so angry or pissed or whatnot.
I share the same joys and anger as other people. The only difference is that looking at my paper cup, as well as those of other people, we pretty much talk about the same thing. The same things delight us, the same things frustrate us.
Perhaps all this anger is warranted because someone, on occasion, needs to take up the megaphone and scream.