Writing
Over the past period, i found myself resorting slowely to passiveness. It was apparent in my participation in class which is close to non-existance with 200 other students, the frequency with which i blog, the number of activities i joined (though numerous) but my contribution quite limited.
My particiption in public life would be even worse, do i make my voice heard? do i vote? I claimed i'm still in search of a voice, but discovered that it something that grows by practice: as youth , as women, as citizens, we must demand inclusion by practicing our rights and that comes first by practicing your right to free speech, your right to ask for more rights.
Agents of change should be our outcome: agents who ask for change practice change. Learning is a give and take...what am i giving? My voiceless presence . If present.
I watched the candidates running for elections yesterday and i missed the feeling. To be challenging yourself, seeking the chance, with a " a heightened sensitivity to the promises of life". The anxiety and excitement, i watched that but was not a part of it. I missed it.
But i was not one to miss myself twice. I wasn't going to miss me again. Miss aspiring, reaching beyond. Above all, i miss speaking my mind.
I will write.
Over the past period, i found myself resorting slowely to passiveness. It was apparent in my participation in class which is close to non-existance with 200 other students, the frequency with which i blog, the number of activities i joined (though numerous) but my contribution quite limited.
My particiption in public life would be even worse, do i make my voice heard? do i vote? I claimed i'm still in search of a voice, but discovered that it something that grows by practice: as youth , as women, as citizens, we must demand inclusion by practicing our rights and that comes first by practicing your right to free speech, your right to ask for more rights.
Agents of change should be our outcome: agents who ask for change practice change. Learning is a give and take...what am i giving? My voiceless presence . If present.
I watched the candidates running for elections yesterday and i missed the feeling. To be challenging yourself, seeking the chance, with a " a heightened sensitivity to the promises of life". The anxiety and excitement, i watched that but was not a part of it. I missed it.
But i was not one to miss myself twice. I wasn't going to miss me again. Miss aspiring, reaching beyond. Above all, i miss speaking my mind.
I will write.
