The Beauty That Never Fades

I had planned on this blog being about beauty and life and a humorous look at our superficiality however the events of this past weekend have spawned a much different tone for today’s post.  Regarding Invisible Children and the Koney 2012 movement, I find it sad that there would be anyone who would try and thwart what is happening here. Are we so pathetic that we would be against an organization because they are white? If I am drowning I don’t care what color the hand is that attempts to save me and pull me from the raging water. Here in lies the problem of racism that will never go away in this country as long as people keep crying color. Those that accuse the movement of being The White Child do not know Jason Russell personally, hasn’t been in his home, hasn’t sat across the table from him, hasn’t discussed his passions, hasn’t witnessed him pound his fist against the table because of the injustice. I have. He is as real as anyone, his motives are pure and his organization is not fraudulent and believe me he and his fellow ICer's are not getting rich. It’s a shame that people will fight such a noble cause, espousing their ideology as fact. I believe it's a guilty conscience that prompts criticism of a noble cause. Those who aren't generous or willing to part with a dime will find and excuse justifying their selfishness. The ones too lazy to help will loudly post a link where someone else did the research to try and justify their un-involvement and apathy towards humanity. 

 This weekend has been one of great emotion, spawning a desire to stand up and fight and defend our friends and their very noble cause. So for all of you who have experienced attacks be encouraged. I have learned over the past several years that my starting place always guarantees my outcome and to fight FROM victory not towards it. You need not waste your time responding to all the pathetic attempts to discredit Invisible Children. Instead your time and energy should stay focused on the task at hand. It is what it is and time will expose the truth and they will see. In the meantime, run into battle, because true warriors do not pray for rescue. Realize that we are fighting from victory not towards it and the battle is not ours to win, but ours to lose. So roll up your sleeves and keep spreading the good word and remember what Theodore Roosevelt said, “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.” In my opinion that is what makes you beautiful and that kind of character doesn’t grow old and the beauty of it will never fade, it will only grow more lovely.