People who drink black coffee are often considered crazy. I’ve been taking my coffee as dark as the midnight sky since I was in 7th grade. People who wake up without an alarm are often considered crazy. My eyes open five minutes before my 6:15 a.m. alarm every day. People who watch C-Span for fun are often considered crazy. The idea of being blind to today’s policies frightens me. I’ve on this path for years now and I am just realizing that some may consider me crazy.
I look at a family; one in public and all I can think about is the future. All I envision is what their child will be given in 5 years. I can see 10 years from that moment, the aged parents, the teenaged son or daughter. I begin to think what that child will not have and what I can do to help.
I step outside and I feel the heat. My eyes are not blind the change occurring, I sometimes can hear the earth crying late at night. Day after day being beat down, slowly, withering away each hour it continues to breathe. Ideas start to form and motivation begins to drive me to take action. One day I will fight for the environment the way we should of many years ago.
Senior citizens walk into the doctor’s office I am waiting in. I begin to ponder the idea of social security, Medicaid, and Medicare becoming a thing of the past. Anxiety kicks in; I begin to worry about all the ones who were not born in royalty. One who does not have savings accounts as big as my phone number. I embark on the journey of being a sick 75-year-old, and the tribulations that could occur along the way. The spiked medicine prices, the increasing premiums, and the lack of compassion for anyone who is not yourself.
When I take a peek at our foreign policies and how we align ourselves with other nations across this world, I begin to entertain the idea that I might be able to adjust these in a way that could benefit the American people more than they already do. Advantageous, of course, but it is just the way I look at these things. Adapt or die is how our society functions. So why not make adjustments to decade-old policies, why not open up trade, why not strive for perfection even though it’s childish to expect it? I don’t have the ultimate answer to those questions. My reaction would be to go for it, as a nation, we should never stop pushing ourselves, we can always do more.
Why are we settling? This is one question I would like for us, Americans, to never have to ask ourselves anymore. I’ve decided to strive to be a public servant. A politician seems to be my new career choice. I’m not journeying down this life choice because of all the benefits it could offer, one being a large paycheck, yet I am choosing this path because I believe I can connect with people. A senator or house member has to be able to represent the people, to provide a voice for the thousands that instilled their trust into you.
It takes someone a little off their rocker to believe that they can bring millions of people together and agree on a solution for one of our systematic issues. Ever since a young age I’ve just been a little crazy. Being a politician takes a little insanity and a whole lot of passion. I know myself and when I find passion for an issue, it’s a scary thing to watch. I believe in myself but I now I need to, one day, have the rest of the country believe in me.
