From the time I took journalism classes in high school until just a few years ago, if anyone had asked me why I write I would have answered, “Because I want to change the world, even just one small piece of it.” For a young woman in the 70s, that idealistic answer was appropriate, but these decades later it sounds trite to me.
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. – Leo Tolstoy #Quote
— Pamela Sutherland (@Ltd_To_Two) July 16, 2016
To change the world is a lofty goal, but to change the world from what to what? And who I am to decide what is a better direction or theory or goal? I have my own shortcomings, lack of life experiences, illogical thought patterns and sometimes egocentric views — how can I possibly set myself up as judge and jury for anyone else?
Then it came to me — it is myself that I can change and truly only myself. I read, I listen, I interact to gain wider perspectives about a multitude of things, but mainly about people and cultures. In my writing I try to impart inclusion rather than exclusion when it is appropriate to the topic.
Changing myself is a lifetime journey, one that is never completed because there is always something new to learn, some new way of looking at the facts and gleaning a new idea or understanding. Life is a wonderment, from the smallest detail to the grandest ideas.
I am only one speck of the humanity in the entire world, but as I change myself, I believe I do change the world in the most meaningful way that I am able.