I have a confession: Sometimes I wish I was famous. Not famous in the “oh, she can’t go buy tampons without people snapping pictures of the event” kind of way, but famous in the sense that I wish I could speak up about things and people would listen. Like the majority of people, I have a strong desire to make the world a better place, to be an influencer of good, and to inspire people to do the same.
I think about some of the people I most admire-John Green, Hank Green, Felicia Day, and Misha Collins to name a few. I see how they’ve chosen to use their position of fame to help those in need, to make people aware of the plight of those less fortunate, to bring justice to those who are crushed under the heels of our government’s evil actions. I admire them greatly, and I will gladly stand behind them and support their causes in whatever ways, however small, I am capable of…
But I’ll be honest, it doesn’t seem to be enough. Most of the time I feel like I’m yelling into a void, desperately clawing at a door people have slammed in my face. Trying to open up conversations, and get them to see the world and people in it, especially those they few as “other”, as part of this great organism of fucked up, beautiful humanity, just the same as them. To react out of compassion instead of fear. But there’s nothing there. The silence in response is deafening, and sometimes my hope in my ability to do anything of value for this rock in space, fades to a small blip on the radar.
But I will keep on trying, and I will keep on being that small ray of light, that the few people I come in contact with will know they are loved, and know that I will stand behind them and with them, and fight for them. It’s all I know how to do.
In the meantime, please consider donating/being involved in these beautiful causes:
Felicia Day's "Love Has No Borders" Campaign