Laziness?

It is entirely too easy for me to stop writing. I have no reason to write--so I think. I watched Julie and Julia. (Julia and Julie?) And it is concluded. My writing is not purposeful. There is not goal.

Yet there feels to be so much going on in my life. Family, boyfriend, friends, school, extracurriculars...

Well... let's see. Let's try to actually write about something.

I've been given the task/honor/privilege/challenge of making a speech for MLK Day for the MLK Scholar Celebration Breakfast. After the shock and flattery effects, I chuckled at my automatic desire to use that time as a soap box moment. Like how I hate we romanticize the man, how he is seen as a messiah, how he see him as perfect, how we strive to be him, how we define him based on one out of his many speeches.

Don't get me wrong. The man was a hero. He braced against the obstacles. He marched. He was the most visible activist during that time. But he wasn't the only. Far from it.

I adore the man because he symbolizes what ordinary people can do. He symbolizes the fact that one individual can gather millions. His accomplishments were remarkable. But even he realized his work for equality was left undone. After the Watts riot which happened after the March on Washington, he saw that even in places where there is no segregation, something was wrong. The problem wasn't as simple as dealing with "separate but equal." This was just scratching the surface of social, economic, and political issues dealing with poverty that has racial implications. He said it himself in a later speech, "My dream is shattered."

So I plan to examine the man behind the name for my speech.

We all like the sound of rainbows and butterflies. To me, it just looks like a way to cover the ugliness of what's really going on--what's really going on for millions of people everyday, all day.

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See? This is what spills out of my fingers. I hate sounding like that. It's me, undoubtedly, uncensored. At the same time, I wish this space was where I can relax, where I'm not on a soap box.

I wish this was a place where I'm sinking in a couch with a mug in hand, glasses and smile attached to my face. I want to talk about the little things in life.

Yes. The little things in life. We'll start there.