Katie+E's+Op-Ed+Article



I can sit here staring at this screen typing and retyping until my fingers bleed and the keys are worn out. It won’t help. It hasn’t been helping. The fact of the matter is that I both have too much to say and not enough. I could rant or rave about a plethora of items, but probably for about a sentence.

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And, in fact, I did. I typed out most everything that bothered me or I wanted to change. And you know what? All it succeeded in doing was make me feel sick at heart. I’m just not that type of person. Rants, like this at least, serve no purpose but to temporarily relieve the author from some sort of personal distress or to cause feelings of ill-will to all those subjected to the aforementioned personal distress. Not all the time of course. Just mostly.

Maybe it’s me. Maybe I don’t have enough to say. Maybe it’s not the right stuff. Maybe I’m too serious. Or maybe I get it. And maybe I’m just sick of it. There’s always that one person you know that honestly doesn’t have a single bad thing to say about, well, anything. Isn’t it refreshing? Comfortable? Or maybe just happy? Why aren’t we all like that? Why can’t we just accept the world? Because that’s not really in our nature, now is it? But, much like the muckrakers, maybe it’s that passion that will change the world.

But, maybe we won’t change the world. Maybe we’ll just learn to accept it. Maybe, maybe it’s all we can really try for, but maybe, it will make us happy.