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Action from Inaction

I have practiced what I am about to preach and add to it daily. Beginning projects, assigning myself work and homework. Tasks. Testing myself in a variety of ways and enhancing my qualities, working on deficits. It seems easy, to live. I don't find it easy and I can't seem to "just live my life" or "grow up." I call myself a true believer, I have been called many things, but at the end of the day, they all break down to the same thing. I am a worker. A builder.

Yesterday, I added to the frequency and topic areas for my online press releases. I have, in the past, written about topics ranging from the Nobel Peace Prize Winner to the Operation VoIP Launch party for i-Fortuity. Yesterday, I went forward promoting two diverse groups - Aristocrats and NetworkingPhoenix.com. Though grassroots, social networking, entrepreneurs and the future are at the core of each group, the individuals in control of them could not be more different. I say, for now this doesn't matter. It's the work that can be accomplished at each, but to what end? Do I have the right to judge the people I work with or is my work the only ideal? I'm not sure.
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Social responsibility is difficult at best. I read, travel and participate in culture all the time. I have a broad knowledge base, but it makes it harder to narrow down that which is important. I also enjoy people, their ideas, motivation and, in adding to it, I feel I have accomplished something for society. It takes a lot to begin something, to have an idea and then actually set it in motion. Inaction and passivity are admired and easy. Trail blazing and initiative are at the core of the entertainment and suspense many of us crave as well as the real life actions that inspire it. Does it matter the direction of the motivation? Does society need all we all have? I truly think we are at a time when we will see what section(s) of society have the staying power, the work ethic and the foresight necessary to traverse these beguiling times. We will also see where we have lived in excess, on false pretense or with unwarranted expectation. Our work will not end for some time and our responsibility for those around us will continue to heavy. I get excited, not knowing what lies ahead and at the same time feel a grave and guilty sense that I have a part in it. We all do.

I say, Let's get to work. Let's find our common needs and put our past couple of thousand years of knowledge, tenacity and skill to work. Let's not sit, depressed or idle. As the masses, let's engage our individual futures and see the Social Responsibility we have to live bravely, fully and in a conscious state of awareness as to how we affect all that is around us. Let's not give reason for us to have a single moment in the future where we say "We should have," "Could have." Let's shine through this transitioning in business, this unification of culture and the changes to the global economy and bring a sense of excitement and childlike wonder to this necessary stage in evolution.

Social drift, perhaps?

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