
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
I can remember the first time I ever saw this quote,
from a Mary Oliver poem titled "The Summer Day". I was
a naive, shy, unaware and uneducated freshman in school at
Orono High.
Tamra Philbrook, a teacher in the English department
(my favorite place besides the library, my niche) had this
quote on her classroom wall, to the left as one walked in.
I am constantly challenged and provoked by this quote, trying
to figure out the meaning to my life and what I'm supposed to
do with what I have to work with. I think that I might have
had an epiphany, an ah-ha moment today while in the library
at school, and I don't even think that I realized it. I was
on one of the computers, looking up books. I wasn't doing
this as an ordinary task though. Usually, when I'm looking
for something to read, I do something that any average
Jane or John Doe wouldn't do. I type a topic or subject
into the database search box, intent on coming up with
several results. Today, for the heck of it (and also an
interest), I typed in Native Americans, and came up with 737
results; books, electronic books, microform, government
documents, and videos.
I now know what I'm supposed to do with my random library
book searches. I'm supposed to be doing humanitarian work
in life, and not necessarily just with one group such as
Native Americans, but many groups: Hispanics, Black
Americans, Asians, WASPs, and everyone else in the world.
I feel that I am directed more towards minorities rather
than greedy, over-priveleged, egotistical WASPs who tend
to not give a shit about the rest of the world, they just
pretend to.
This is how I can work my need for travel into having a
job. I could travel to remote villages around the world,
spreading humanitarianism and the faith of Quakers.
Somehow I always feel like the majority of my blogs are
like term papers or novels, they turn out to be really long.
That's okay, because it gives me even more practice with
articulation onto paper.