During times of conflict, nations and individuals are inevitably confronted with a few key questions. What the fuck were we doing again? Why did it matter? Why is Snooki here?
No matter what you do or who you are, you inevitably find a purpose for existence. That is, you find reasons why the world needs your skill set, be it confidant, agitator, comedian, athlete, or number-cruncher. As the floodwaters rose in New Orleans, as the buildings crumbled in Chile, organizers and philanthropists got off their asses and motivated the rest of us. Incapacitated by the sheer size of the tragedy, we needed those groups to nudge, prod, and poke our brains into action. Only then could we become a part of the solution instead of an anchor on the problem. On September 11, 2001, it was the police, the firefighters, the able-bodied men and women who pointed us in the right direction. On Sundays, it’s Drew Brees who inspires and leads. On weekdays, it’s the teachers. At nights, the chefs. We all have our place. We all have our goals. We all have someone who needs us. Read more