I've realised I still haven't entirely explained my need for writing. Nor have I clearly identified exactly what I will be writing about. As of yet I've merely rambled on about thoughts of impending insanity and the need to save myself.
It's both easy and difficult to label all that I want to write about, all that occupies my deep persistent thoughts.
Simply put, I fail to live peacefully with all that is wrong with this world and more specifically, with all the suffering endured by people and animals at the hands of humans. We seem to have become experts at allowing human suffering to continue as a consequence of political and legal injustices, ignoring environmental degradation, and turning a blind eye to the suffering of animals. I watch in horror as people around me seem to be both desensitised to, and ignorant of, all the sad truths in this world.
Yet at the same time, there is a dim light inside me that glows and hums like the flickering filament of a dying light bulb. I know that I am not alone. I know that there are millions more like me that are desperate to fight against the injustices of this world; people that are wide eyed and alert to the fact that change is not only needed but inevitable. We, all of us like minded souls, exist as beacons across the globe. And no matter how far apart, whether we stand alone or as a part of an organisation, we each of us continue to shine. And that is why I feel the need to write. So that the gentle light inside me will grow and spark the light inside another, and so on, and so on, until the light from all of us combined is so blinding and powerful that revolutionary change will prevail.
