"I know I scare you, Mom.

I'm sorry I scare you. But I want to write and I want to see. And what would I write about if I only stayed within the doll's house, the flower-world I grew up in?

You gave me a potential.

I love you but I'm growing out of what you gave me. I'm saving it inside me and growing outwards. Let me fight my monsters. You made me. You made me."

-Rachel Corrie

I loathe people for putting things to words that I simply can't. But I suppose someone has to do it, huh?

With that being said, I don't have much to talk about today considering it's not even 11 in the morning and all I've done today is work and read the play "My Name is Rachel Corrie." 

Wait.

That actually gives me plenty to write about.

So, Rachel Corrie. 

I'm willing to bet that you don't know who she is, but if you do that's pretty awesome. To put her in a nutshell, she was a non-violent activist who spent time in the Middle East and was ultimately murdered there. Her story, no matter how sad it really is, instilled some semblance of hope in me. I haven't completely deciphered this sense of hope just yet, but I get the feeling it's more of a hope for myself than it is for the world. She seemed to struggle with grasping more of what was (and still is) going on in the world outside of our country, city, and home limits. I like to think I know her struggle with that knowledge; it presents the problem of what to do. Do you deal with yourself and the things around you? Or do you turn your back on them, if only for a second, to deal with things much bigger than you realize?

It's a tough situation, and I'm not saying I'm in it at this moment but I do know what it feels like. 

And that's about it.

I encourage you to explore Rachel's story. I'm not saying she's a martyr or genius or anything. I'm just saying she's one of those people who is worth talking about.