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Day Two Hundred and Seventy-Two:  Do Something.

I’ve dreamt about making a difference for a long time.  For years, and years, and years and years I have searched.  I’ve volunteered, and taken time to help people, I suppose, but nothing substantial  I have always thought my passions would never be important enough to help other people and make a difference.  This was until I gained the confidence to start believing in my art.

I am not a firefighter, I am not a doctor, but I am an artist.  I take pride in my art, the things that I write and speak, the things that I believe in, are important to me, and through my passion these things strike effort and affect in other people, eventually causing change.  This change was evident last night at an event that I organised to support the CNIB Child and Youth Services.  I could go on about it, but what the whole cause boils down to is that I care so much about those kids that I gave up time, effort, stress levels and more to make a difference for them.  If I were to do nothing else to help anyone else in my life I will know I’ve atleast done that.

Through my future art, through my interntions and my idea’s I plan to make a significant difference.  At this very moment my mind races wth script idea’s, for a video in particular, that hopefully will make a difference, and if it doesn’t it was still created.  That’s something about being an artist that is hard to come to terms with:  If the intention is there it is worth it regardless if it truly touched anyone else or not.

But the chances are that if you are passionate enough about something it will change someone’s life.   It will make a change, it will affect someone so heartily that eventually it will become that significant piece, that prominent, in the-foreground change that you’ve been looking for.  How proud it makes me to say that finally things have come together with my love for writing and theatre and helping others.

I’m not saying that everyone directly helps anyone, really, as much as they would like to think they do.  But I love to believe that just being immersed in my art and loving it and caring about it and people gives me the agency to expand and grow and help more people.  This fact, in itself, has electrified my vision for who I want to be as I grow up.  That’s right, as I grow up.  I have finally identified myself with those of us who are on the journey, I’ve stopped looking for the infamous “adulthood” and have decided to jump on the path to get to it.

So to everyone still searching:  It’s worth it.  And to everyone else, the majority of the population (working age and above, or anyone who’s accepted the challenge of “growing up”) grab your hiking boots, utility belts and flashlights and follow me.

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