Hail a Brave Spirit

I love a rebel. Few things make me smile like someone standing up for their beliefs and questioning the current social norms. Great changes in our world begin with the courageous soul that demands change and speaks out against injustice. From Galileo to Ghandi, our cumulative cultures grow and evolve by the force of conviction instigated by the brave among us.

Changes are sweeping across the globe. Social outrage and the demand for financial responsibility has shaken the foundation of our world, causing many to choose sides and cling to antiquated ideas of the status quo. This isn’t about political agendas or stereotyping people that we don’t agree with. This is about acknowledging the need for change and embracing the good in a message that may alter our worldview forever.

Galileo became the father of modern science, earning a date with the Inquisition and losing his freedom in the name of heresy. Jesus stood against the prevailing religious practices of his day by upsetting the money changers and calling out for peace. Ghandi fought against the oppression of his people with quiet perseverance. Rosa Parks was a hard-working woman who just wanted a quiet ride home, but became a hero that transformed the face of a nation.

Each brought about change in a powerful way. Each remained standing under the deluge of criticism; their resolute spirits set tremors to rumble across the landscape of time. Each standing against the fear evoked by the promise of metamorphosis.

Even today many criticize and condemn those among us who dare to ask the question, “What if.” As thousands act upon their desire for a just world, thousands more shower them with ridicule rather than work to understand the “why”. It’s easier to point and condemn. Easier to dismiss the rebel as an overzealous youth or a dilatory simpleton wishing for handouts, harder to listen to the message with an understanding ear.

Having lived my life walking the line between acceptable and questionable, I understand how effortless it would be to cave in to the demands of society and blend in. I know that keeping quiet is the most direct path to universal acceptance, ensuring popularity and earning a place among the majority. But I simply don’t have it in me to capitulate and dance within the lines. It is a flaw I vehemently refuse to cure.

I may not agree with every rebel that stands on the corner and shouts out against some vague injustice. I may not agree with the rebels’ methods, but I cannot help but stand in admiration for their boldness. I am unable to withhold my support or suppress a smile as they proudly march against the evils as they perceive them.

I am unable to deny that they are my heroes, and I will endeavor to live up to their example of courage every chance I get.