I want to go to Darfur.
Yes, I know what you’re thinking…. “Well who doesn’t?” But, I’m serious. I want to go to the middle of that mess and see what I can do to help. I have no false pretenses about fixing the situation. I mean, this African region in Sudan has suffered through war and famine since before I was born and I know no one man can end the situation. But I am certain I can help.
“Don’t hesitate to do something just because you can’t do everything.”
I know me and I know that I would be forever changed. I know that I would be haunted by the memories and that I would never look at a steak from St. Elmo’s the same way ever again. I’m prepared to live with that. I’m at the point in my life when I want to be……changed. I want to feel. I want to be uncomfortable. I want to have nightmares. I want to wake up exhausted and feed kids. I want to feel grateful and be……forever changed.
What’s the alternative; living a life wrapped in comfort and bubble wrap? Living some Ward Cleaver-esque existance, sitting around on a Saturday debating on whether to go to Ikea, The Gap or Bob Evans?
Well, I’ll tell you what……. Fuck Ikea.
I need to find more personal battles to take up my free time. I need to pick my spots, whether it’s Darfur or any of the dozens of causes that touch me at my core. I need to dig in and stop being a hypocrite.
“and hypocrite used to be such a big word to you,
And it don’t seem to mean anything to you now.”- John Mellencamp
“If not me, who? And if not now, when?”- Mikhail Gorbachev
“There are two kinds of gratitude; the sudden kind we feel for what we take and the larger kind we feel for what we give.”
- Edwin Arlington Robinson
Join me, Wont you?