Why am I here? This.

I said this to a friend today. Decided to repost it here: “Some people cannot handle me — not sure why. I just try to be honest (sometimes it comes out too blunt, though). I do like people — a lot — but I get frustrated by the human race. I really do. It’s sad. But deep down I hope for better, and am truly an optimist. I’m here on earth for a purpose — and it’s not for publishing books or writing. Yes, those are important, but I think it’s just the means to communicate. I want to touch people and make them think — even if it comes across the wrong way. We are more than just human bodies, after all. We are energy, we are conduits that can be used for good or bad — and we must choose good, if at all possible. We must protect those who cannot protect themselves, and shine a light on injustices, when possible. We must speak out, and not be silenced.”