One Little Story



So, I walked down the street and saw my destiny. It was sprawled across the side of Winners. Pink, green, blue and black. Lots of black. Shadows played with the lights and showed a thousand messages a minute. One of freedom, one of excitement, one of fear and one of anger. Intense strokes magnified my yearning to plaster my feelings on the side of Victoria's Secret. My mind ached to find the self-named artist, FiLm. His, or her, powerful expressions of colour, consistency, strength weakened my own self-worth. I knew the only way to show myself and the world who and what I am, was to tag. I racked my brain to find my inner vandal. What single word would define me? What single word would make everyone question and search for their own meaning? How could I accomplish my goal with a swarm of people ready to persecute me for expressing my individuality? As I stood witnessing the symphony of color disappear, I realized I still had to do it. I watched as the man in a paint splattered white jumper erased the reason for my epiphany. I watched as FiLm was shortened to Fil to F to another dull beige canvass waiting for the next artist to stop and proclaim their worth.



I stood, center stage wondering why I was here. I had no talent. I sounded like a frog croaking. Why did they choose me to stand under these blinding, burning lights and face the scrutiny that beheld me? What in their minds possessed them to choose the invisible girl with the ponytail sitting in the back of room? I never should have got this solo, I don't deserve it. I deserve to be in my room, shunned! Why, dammit, why?! I should have held my cough. The piano began to play and it came to my note. I took a deep breathe and nervously began to sing. The crowd was silent as I felt the music flow through me and eventually take over. I closed my eyes and pictured the notes collapse into place and ride with the words. I felt all the noises around me and appreciated the choir holding me up. I held the sounds in me and laced them with my emotions. They gracefully overflowed out of me and into the crowd. I opened my eyes to find the proud eyes of my parents upon me. The crowd awakened from their awed sl umber and showed me their appreciation. I saw the eyes of my choir teacher shine with delight and the audience rose to their feet. It was then that I found reason a reason to be here.



Yea, that�s me. I'm the one staring you down. I'm the one looking straight at you and seeing what a disgrace you are. I'm the one looking into your soul and discovering your shame. I'm the one you want to punch square in the face. I'm the one smirking as I walk away, unharmed. I'm the one your afraid to touch, to even be near. I'm the one that told you how much of an ignorant fool you are without blinking. I'm the one that made you look weak and helpless in front of those that once feared and looked up to. I'm the one that watched as you pounded that kid because he couldn't look at you without flinching. I'm the one that saw right through your lies and could recite your life story. I'm the one who knows about everything you've done. I'm the one who knows what your mom has done. I'm the one who told you the truth and left it to you to accept it.



I woke up early one morning to find his arm around me. His eyes were gently closed and dreaming. I loved how comfortable his hand felt on top of my stomach. I watched as the sunlight started to dance on his face. Unconscious and unaware he wiggled his nose is defiance. It was the most precious expression I had ever seen on his beautiful face. His face was at peace and I loved how pure and untouched he looked. His obsessive dad, alcoholic mother or his �perfect� brothers did not trouble him. He was comfortable and happy with himself. After I kissed his eyelid, and snuggled into my hero's arms, he grumbled a good morning. I whispered a frail goodnight and an unbreakable I love you. He smiled as he drifted off into his serene slumber. We slept as one and embraced each other�s movements with ease. When the morning light finally awoke us, we whispered our hopes, our dreams, our disappointments, our fears, our entire lives to each other.



Dark emotions swirling through a shattered mind, thoughts racing, things like �It�s mind over you don�t matter� running through my head. What have I done? Nothing, of course. That�s the root of the problem. I�ve done nothing, nada, zip, ZERO. I haven�t learned from my mistakes like I should have, I just blundered on, oblivious to the things around me.
The mockeries, the jeers, the taunts, make their ways into my mind, and I�m standing here think shutupshutupshutUP. How am I supposed to do anything at all when you�re all jabbering at me?
I�m still standing here, scared to death and sick with shame. Yes, shame, deep and dark, painful, biting. What, you thought I wasn�t affected by suck belittling things? Did you think I was different? That I was stronger? Wiser? That I didn�t care? Well, you�re wrong. Dead wrong. I�m worse than you, worse than everything. I�m still standing here, quaking in my boots, mind reeling at the thought of letting everyone down AGAIN. How could you have been so stupid? This thought parades through my head like a horrible, cruel monster. I fight it, oh, how I fight it, but it�s strong. Stab it, kill it, bite it, kick it. I�ve tried everything, but the monster thought stays.
Oh yeah, I�m laughing right now. That�s how I fight. While I�m standing here beside you, I am reminded of how pathetic I am. I lie to everyone everyday of my life, and it makes me sick. I can�t stand the thought of letting you all down. Everyone seems to have this strange faith in me, and I don�t know why. It�s okay; She can handle it. I don�t want you all to know that I CAN�T handle it, because then I�ll be nothing but a let down, a waste of time and thought.
The sad thing is that I don�t even make sense. This doesn�t even make sense. Nothing makes sense anymore. Here I was, thinking I could do it, but I�m letting everyone down again.
So here I stand, dark thoughts swirling through a shattered mind, thoughts racing, wanting to close my eyes and let it all go, not care, but I can�t not care. That�d be like before. Doing nothing. And that doesn�t make sense.
This ending doesn�t make sense.



There was once this girl. An absolutely beautiful girl with hopes, dreams, visions and thoughts that touched the world with grace. In the beginning, her mind was brimmed with struggle and pain until she realized she did not have to endure it any longer. Her strength gave her the ability to care and shelter her younger siblings. Trapped, taciturn-ed by the authoritarian parenting enforced upon her, she grew timid and remotely unable to voice her opinion freely until she found herself. Briefly touched by the pains of discovering herself, parenting her siblings, working, and counselling her friend she underwent the emotional trails of becoming a woman. Those years, thought rebellious to a heavy-handed mother, were filled with locked doors, broken clocks and screams. Inside the, ought to be padded, home an already fragile relationship was strained until it almost reached the breaking point. A mother who blamed her daughter and a daughter who did what was expected. There were two stubborn sides, two separate experiences and one little story with neither narrator willing to put their pride aside. As the single string that held them together was finally confronted they talked, and learn to love each other whole-heartedly again. There is so much more to her story, but an outside party can only know so much. Her story, her life is amazing and a simple gift that the world should forever cherish. With an attempt to tell the world her contribution in changing lives for the better, my words have only given a glimpse of her determination, her love, and her unreeling spirit. This is only the beginning and the end will never arrive as long as this amazing, brilliant, devoted, tremendous, and extraordinary sister is remembered.



Sagacious Empathy/Ephesians 6:12 By Ryan Hendy

Violent protesters at the recent international trade conference in Florida were denounced as anarchist. If these people were really anarchists, devoted to the elimination of government, then they were certainly going about it the wrong way. Initiating force against the government only convinces people that the government is justified in defending itself with the use of a greater force, and thus increased the size and authority of government. I think these �anarchist� protestors were merely another group of statists bent on using the state for their own purposes.

Government is an organization that forcibly maintains a monopoly on the use of force within a geographical area. If that sounds like a questionable and circular definition, then it is a definition that accurately describes government. The philosophy of government is based on circular definition, oxymoron, and contradiction in terms. There is no reasonable and logical justification for one person having the right to initiate force while another does not.

A conservative is a person who believes in small government. Most people think conservative policies lead to stability and order. An anarchist believes in eliminating government. Most people view anarchy as a state of dangerous chaos. If small government represents stability and order, then smaller government should represent more stability and more order, and no government should represent the most possible stability and order.

It is true that when governments collapse, there is often a period of greater social disruption. That is not caused by the lack of government, but by the fact that government existed and then collapsed. Governments do perform vital services, and when those services are removed, there is hardship. But those services that are performed by government could be performed by the private sector. There have been instances of societies that were stable for long periods of time without anything we would recognize as a government.

If a non-governmental organization is performing services and then stops providing services, there will also be a period of chaos. That does not mean that the alternative to non-governmental organizations is chaos. It simply means that it takes time to reorganize any social system after a breakdown. But since non-governmental organizations typically are much smaller than governments, if one of them ceases to function, the loss of social organization is much less severe.

It is actually centralized control that creates chaos. Look that the social disruption caused by the decisions of Stalin, Mao, and Hitler. The mistakes of central planners can have huge consequences. The mistakes of private citizens are relatively limited in scope and much more easily corrected and prevented. Governments killed and wounded hundreds of millions in the last century, forcibly separated a whole lot of family members, and destroyed whole cities. Could anarchy be worse?

Smaller, more local, and less coercive social units are needed to form a stable society. The smaller the government and all the social institutions in a society, the more stable and efficient the society will be.

We cannot hope to eliminate human stupidity and violent behavior in the near future, but we could do a lot to minimize the negative effects. To avoid the chaos commonly associated with the collapse of government, and power struggles within a government, we need to shrink the government gradually so that other, non-coercive organizations can start providing the services that government now provides.

If government continues to grow, it will eventually collapse, and there will be a period of chaos while society is reorganized. If we find it is politically impossible to shrink government through the ballot box, it is prudent to have plans for minimizing the damage and reorganizing on a more rational basis when the inevitable social collapse occurs.

Anarchy is not chaos. Government produces chaos and violence.

�Anarchy is not chaos, but order without control� ~Zack de la Rocha



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