The First Step To Somewhere ...
Jan 21, 2015
My powerlessness gnawed at me.
That was Nelson Mandela in what truly was a ‘Long Walk To Freedom’. He was literally imprisoned and oppressed by a system that held him, his race and his identity bound for many years. He had such good intentions, such limited resources ...
Sometimes life can be like that. The will can often seem greater than the way. A why - a reason, desire and belief - can sometimes be overshadowed by the sheer greatness of effort it takes for it to be accomplished.
Many want to be change - many are consumed with a passion to do positive, prolific good in this world. What’s stops them? Well, sometimes everything and nothing. The struggle can sometimes start inside with the little niggling voices of doubt, the naysayers and detractors inside our heads who tell us that, no, it’ll never happen. Then sometimes there are the huge, monstrous giants of real life - the people who continue to perpetuate and justify unjustifiable systems; the ones who, while not participating in the injustice, stand to the side and do nothing but criticise and complain; then there are the lifeless things that hinder the very life in us: the lack of money and resources and the seeming inaccessibility of such, the inexperience, the not knowing where to start and who to start with … the empty pockets and empty hands that can often lead to empty hearts.
They can seem so insurmountable. But they aren’t. Are they?
I look around my hometown and I see the crippling poverty, rising rates of teenage pregnancy and many disempowered, disenchanted youth. I see problems, but I also see solutions. There are others before me who have already begun the journey of empowering others, and who are willing and ready to help me on my way to a similar place. There are groups - both national and international - which provide funding, guidance and general help. There are people - normal, everyday people - who have hands and hearts that are willing and ready to pitch in and help with the work. And there are communities - on and offline - which provide the kind of support that can make big, seemingly unattainable dreams look less and less impossible.
At each stage of a journey, it all boils down to the next step. Pulsewire is my next step. I’m writing to hopefully make people feel so deeply and see so clearly into another’s reality that their hearts will be inspired to demand and create positive change. I want to tell precious stories so well that people won’t stop talking, won’t stop thinking, until something happens - something big, something great, something absolutely filled with nobility.
For Nelson Mandela, it started with a step. For Martin Luther King Jr, it started with a dream. For Helen Keller, it started with a touch. For me, it starts with a pen … and a heartbeat. Somewhere, there's a story I can tell.