The world is full of fighting. Countries fight. Political parties fight. Neighbors and friends fight. Siblings and spouses, best friends or fellow drivers, we even fight with our selves sometimes. No one is immune because the human spirit survives by its ability to fight. We fight for respect, we fight against greed, we fight for our dreams and hopes. We fight for our children and for the future of the human race. Sometimes our battles do more harm than good. Sometimes our battles change the course of history forever.
This week marks the 50th anniversary of a poignant period in our nation’s history. “Bloody Sunday” began with a peaceful 54-mile march from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama. People were asking for equality, but when they reached the Edmund Pettus Bridge they got a fight instead. It’s hard to want to count our selves in the same species when humans behave this way.
But the thing about humans is that we are capable of amazingly beautiful things too. After the beatings, tear-gas, and murder, the nation rose up against civil injustice, eventually passing The Voting Rights Act of 1965. This fight is not yet over in our nation and it will continue as long as inequality still exists.
As a writer, I encourage you to fight with your words, but always fight the good fight. Benefit the world through your writing and through your art. Promote peaceful coexistence. Promote equality, compassion, and justice. A writer’s mind is a powerful tool because words change minds and lives. I'm moved to tears every time I read Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I have a dream” speech.
Fighting is a part of our existence, but it doesn’t have to bring about negative consequences. Whatever lofty religious or cultural ideals we may have, the only true and tangible fact is that we are all human, and all on this crazy roller coaster ride together. All we have is the now and the people who share that ‘now’ with us. How we treat one another while we’re here is all that really matters.
Dream your dream and let go of the idea that we’re so different from one another. We’re all stuck on this spinning ball in the middle of space together. Let’s make the ride a sweet one.