I’ve been doing some soul searching as of late. I love my writing and podcasting. Each week I get better at both and I always learn something through my research.
That being said, I’ve had this lingering feeling of doubt lately. I’m wondering what’s the point of it all? Stick with me for a second as I explain.
When I started this journey about a year and a half ago it started with the goal of writing a book.
I didn’t know what I wanted to write about but knew I was passionate about politics. I decided to challenge myself and write from a Centrist Point of View.
I wanted to dissect and analyze the way the media and our politicians manipulate the public. I never cared about how the book sold because I did it for me, not for money.
When I finished the book I thought I should try to promote it so I created a website. I used to write poetry as a kid and teenager and realized how much I missed writing when I wrote the book. Not wanting to stop the good feeling I said why not continue writing blog posts as a way to create new content for the website and satisfy my need to continue writing. So, the journey began.
After two months of writing, I thought there must be people out there who don’t like to read but like listening to podcasts. I also figured it would be a good way for people to enjoy my content by hearing it from the horse’s mouth. Recording my blog posts turned into giving additional and extended commentary. Fast forward a year and a few months later and here I am.
My podcast does not have a huge audience as I do not have a budget for advertising. Any growth I’ve had has come from search engines, social media, and word of mouth. To date, my recordings have been heard over 3,200+ times in over 34 countries.
Nothing to get too excited about but enough for me to be proud of. I’m extremely appreciative and grateful to anyone who tunes into me weekly or stumbles across one of my topics and gives it a listen.
The problem I’m having mentally and emotionally is the topic of this post. What is the point of it all? Is my goal as a writer/podcaster to bring an understanding of different viewpoints so the opposing viewpoint can have an appreciation and understanding of the way someone else might see things? I’ve always told myself that. A part of me believes that’s what honest unbiased journalism is supposed to do yet; I don’t consider myself a journalist.
The recent Coronavirus outbreak has the entire world on lockdown. Only now are we starting to see a thawing of the ice and a light at the end of the tunnel. The divide over when to open the economy and return to life, as we knew it is one that has divided our nation. Politicians are using this crisis to advance political agendas. The recent passage of the HEROES ACT by the House on party lines is a clear example of that.
As I watch reports of protestors fighting for their right to get back to work I’m amazed at the negative coverage they have received. Shows like The View whose hosts are majority liberal have mocked and ridiculed the protestors. They label them alt-right and claim the ‘white nationalists’ are being selfish. They and other members of the media say protestors who wear facemasks are contradicting themselves and those who don’t are putting their lives and subsequently the public’s lives at risk.
How self-righteous those, who criticize the protestors and anyone who thinks that way must feel!
The point they are missing is that TV hosts with million-dollar contracts and anyone else who is lucky enough to telework and still have a job is just that, fortunate. They have not had their financial world turned upside down. Governors and health commissioners have not deemed them arbitrarily non-essential.
One in four people in the United States cannot afford a $500 emergency let alone being unemployed for two months.
Unemployment, if you’re approved, does not cover all of your bills. It’s easy to cast judgment on people who are fighting for their right to survive when your only sacrifice is not being able to eat out for dinner or go on vacation.
Many of those who say stay home, we’re in this together, are doing so from their second and third homes.
I was watching the 2002 film Gangs Of New York last night. It’s been a while since I saw it. The movie is a period piece from the mid 18th century and showcases the struggles of Irish immigrants who were escaping oppression and hunger only to be greeted by it after an ocean voyage. People searching for a better life and the right to work and live in peace.
Everything America was founded on.
The people who feel those same rights have been taken away are fighting for survival, similar to the characters in the film. Racist slurs by politicians and wealthy landowners against the downtrodden of that era are eerily similar to the indignation exuded to people who’ve had their livelihood stripped away.
I think I’m like one of many who have taken this time of quarantine to reflect on life and think about what’s really important. When you strip away all of the noise and distractions that normal life brings you begin to focus on what you need to survive and what makes you happy.
Everything else is secondary.
This is how I’m beginning to feel about politics.
Presently I’ve been dealing with a leak in an above ground pool liner that’s only two years old.
Amazing how frustrating outdoor entertainment can be.
I have a sign that my younger son gave me last year that I keep on the wall above my computer.
Whenever I begin to question why I write or think about stopping I refer to it for motivation. It reads, “When you feel like quitting think about why you started.”
Times like these make you ponder life and the meaning of it all. History always repeats itself. Career politicians care more about longevity and job security than the job they were elected to do. A complicit media will write and report on topics that support a prescribed narrative out of a sense of ideological loyalty or because that’s what their bosses tell them to do. Truth only matters when people trust the source. A difference of opinion is just that, opinion. What is the point of it all?
I would like to say I’m doing this because I think it might make a difference in how people see things.
Ego is one thing and reality is another.
I’m not naïve to the point where I truly think what I say or do matters. At the end of the day, the only thing that matters is how we feel and what kind of life we live. I’m not a martyr. No delusions of grandeur or belief that I can start a worldwide movement though I would love to give speeches and get paid to travel the world doing so. One can always dream.
I think the point of life and what we do is to live a life we aspire to. For some, that means becoming rich and famous. For others, a life of solitude off the grid. The motivating factor for me has always revolved around creativity and problem-solving in one form or another. Money has never been a driving factor other than having enough to live a decent lifestyle and pay off bills. I’m grateful to have a job that allows me to do that and support my family. When I look back on my life I would like to say that I lived it on my terms with plenty of stories to tell. This journey of writing and podcasting, however long it lasts will be a part of it.
I guess the main message I want to get across is that life is what you make of it. What you stand up for and believe in is the point of life for you. No one knows how much time we are given on this earth. It seems to be a waste of time being consumed by pettiness and media personalities with an agenda. As for me, I will keep writing and podcasting until I don’t enjoy it. Afterward, I’ll find another project and passion. That is the point of it all for me. Find the point of it all for you.