Greenpeace

Ok, I'll admit it, I'm a postsecret whore.  I love to read people's deepest darkest mysteries.  It always makes me wish beyond anything else that I could send in my secrets.  I always think, I don't really even have any good ones.  But then I sat back for just a moment, and tangoed with all my inner demons.  Here's the thing; if I sent in a postsecret, all it would have to say is, "I am one huge contradiction."  I am a liberal, feminist, socialist, anarchist, environmentalist, conservationist, activist, spokesperson, whistle-blower, voter, daughter, and earthling.  YET, I throw away recyclables, waste hundreds on gas, leave the lights on, use plastic instead of paper, eat too much, sit too much.  I find everything wrong with the world and think about how it should change but do nothing.  My postsecret would be that I am full of bullsh**.  I, me, this one human body, does more to ruin this world than thinks to change it.  So often I find myself writhing inside at the gluttony that we have allowed ourselves to succumb to, yet I am one of the very same that has succumb.  I have stopped the battle with myself, and I realize, the only way to win the war against all the evil in this world is to first recognize and rid yourself of the evil in you.  How hard is it really to ask for paper at the grocery store?  Or even still, bring a canvas bag of your own?  Not hard, just different, and for as much as every one, myself most definitely included, is CRYING OUT for change, change is the very thing that scares us into silence and inaction.  Well for god's sake, it stops for me.  I refuse to have this postsecret looming over my head any longer.  Sending a slip of paper in to the powers that be isn't going to fix it, ACTION, CHANGE, is going to fix it.  What am I so scared of?  A better life?  A happier existence?  It's time to start making an impact, by impacting less. I'm going to do it.  Today.  Won't you join me?