I love to talk. I talk so much that I get annoyed with myself. At times, I talk to the point where I realize something, write about it, then talk some more. When I wrote about it, I found something to do with the words that I spoke in the easiest way possible. I got to keep those words in a book and save them for years to come.
I love conversation. I love the feeling of being connected to each other by the words we speak, write and hear. The feeling of finding a relationship with someone whose speech sounds like a typewriter gathering up every spark inside of you can be just as easy as one plus one, but can be as hard as Dorothy realizing she could click her heels and go home.
Words take me home. I feel all the weight carried off my shoulders when I get my pen to paper, or my fingers to keys. I’m a writer, but not just any writer.
I am a journalist. I chose to study newsprint journalism at San Francisco State University because I want to start a conversation with the world. Not just any “Hi” and “goodbye” simple conversation, but a conversation that can help and potentially save lives.
I want a conversation that lets someone know they’re not alone. An article that shares the same opinions and fears as millions around the globe. I want to show what a situation is, in black and white, full of facts and the most knowledgeable truth. I feel like my purpose is more than to write; I feel like my purpose is to have a voice worth millions of voices.
I chose journalism because I would like to live in a world with art, and journalism is a very functional yet versatile art. With journalism I am able to write about anything.
Freelancers show us the true dangers of the world. They are some of the bravest I have ever seen; they’ve risked their lives just to show us how things really are, without filter.
Journalists like Hunter Thompson or Ralph J. Gleason have shown the earth passionate pieces full of documented information, shown in such form that even the factual information they write reads as art. This is what I yearn to do. This is how I want to learn about the world.
I want to be able to write conversations that people will remember, but I’m not interested in being remembered; I’m interested in making a difference.
I chose journalism not just to make me a better person, but to make others who take the time to understand things from a different perspective more knowledgeable.
So, let’s talk.