Therefore, I decided to act. I moved toward a gaping abyss, silent in its blackness. I stepped into the unknown and hit the Publish button. I posted Occupy Blogosphere.
I didn’t fall on my face. I didn’t die of embarrassment.
My blog didn’t explode – with either shame or hits.
What have I learned?
The heart may be in the right place, but I’ve got lots to learn about activism.
I spent more time on that post than any other in my blog. I agonized over the writing until it became a mud puddle. I slept on it. I ended up with:
- Too much text
- Too long
- Too many facets
- Too many links
- Not enough specific information.
There’s my critique. (I’m confident readers could add more!)
How did that happen? I decided against being apathetic and inactive. Enough evidence had surfaced in world events that I had to do my part in exposing atrocities.
However, I am a coward. I do not want that despicable information or those well-know names on my blog.
I’ll risk acting on another person’s investigative information, but I’m not willing to jump into a pool of piranha.
Blessings on anyone taking time to investigate. Pouring Love into that abyss hurts nothing. How can that be wrong?
The only way to deal
with an unfree world
is to become so absolutely free
that your very existence
is an act of rebellion.
– Albert Camus