It was almost 10:30 PM when I started this post. At this time, I’m preparing to take my nightly dose of candy that’s supposed to help wrestle my brain into submission, and take me into a near comatose sleeping stupor where I will probably have some of the oddest dreams known to man; or maybe I won’t dream at all (actually we’re always dreaming, we just don’t remember them).
I’m closing out this Wednesday night with a few thoughts on my mind. For one, I received some very good news; but I can’t tell you what it is, yet. I don’t want to jinx it, but just know that it would be very good and very helpful to my sometimes lonely career of being a writer.
But with this Wednesday night, I can’t help to think a little about the voiceless. A little random, I know, but I warned you that sometimes I will use this blog to post some random shit. But what do I mean by the voiceless? It really doesn’t take that much of a philosophical examination to answer that question; you see it every day on the local, national, and international news. You see it every day on your way to work or at work. You could be one yourself.
It’s oppression. Anytime you’re not allowed to communicate yourself, whether it’s through art, trying to explain your deepest feelings, or trying to speak out against the wrong in the world to no avail, you become voiceless. At least that’s my interpretation of it. Correct me if I’m wrong.
Not having a voice doesn’t have to involve some higher cause. It could be with your family. It could be with your friends. It could be for anything. At some point, we all feel this way.
Kind of off the subject, but not really, I remember in public speaking class I had to give a seven-minute long speech. I chose to talk about censorship. I’m not sure if I still have my notes, and if I do, they are in the back of my vehicle somewhere. I received a high score on the speech, and the only thing that really went wrong was my PowerPoint slides weren’t timed right. Writing this post kind of made me thing about that speech, even though it’s on a much grander level than where I’m trying to go tonight.
But in a way, it’s not. I started this blog as a way of not only giving myself a voice by talking about my struggles, thoughts, and showing my written art, I did it as a way to encourage others to find that voice, too. We live in a world full of noise, so it’s sometimes easy to feel like you’re being drowned out. You have to find a way to speak out and over the noise, otherwise you’ll never be heard. Every change, big or small, began because somebody found a voice within them, and encouraged others to find their voices, too.
With that being said, it’s about time to close out for the night. It’s now 10:47 PM, and the candy and bed is calling me.
I’ll see y’all later on.