Eyes to See the World

Here I am, doing absolutely nothing with my life, letting the eyes I was given go to waste. The things these eyes could see, the lives and stories I could tell, all wasting away. I want to know the world, and tell everyone's story. I want to find the diamonds in the rough, and bring up the spirits of the world these eyes can see.
I want to see the world, I want to live in it, I want it to be real, and I want to write about it.
I'm not sure how to do this, but that's what I want.
to be a starving artist, backpacking and hitchhiking across the world, knowing what it's like to be in Iraq right now, knowing what the general attitude is in the Chek Republic. seeing the world in all its grimy glory, and shoving that view in the collective faces. I'm not trying to stop world hunger, I'm not trying to make world peace, I just want to slap you in the face with what the world is today, and let the decision to change it be up to you. I want to make you, the individual, live with the thought that you didn't have the strength of character to give that dollar, to vote the way you thought was right, to influence those in power to do the right thing. You ran away from your responsibility as a citizen of the world, and now every time you pick up a story or editorial by C. White, the embarrased flush that suffuses your cheeks may well be just enough to push you over the edge this time. If not, read the next one, or be content to live as a slave in a world you couldn't bother to change.