Mission Statement

I posted a blog about the conceptualization of my project last week before I saw the prompt about creating a Mission Statement. After reading my peer's statements of practice I saw many commonalities between my worldview and theirs. If I were to condense the reasons behind my work it would have to be based around the idea that privileged hands have the ability to assist, whether or not they do is the issue. I have realized my position and how it has been attained and feel that I have the power to make change that will better more than my own interests. Yet when considering what exactly are "my interests" one realizes that others should be included in this concept. The ability for compassion and love is the ability to expand oneself large enough to welcome in others. Leading by example has been the best route I have witnessed by great individuals throughout time and is a model that should emulated. My mission statement will change over time as any good idea should, there is always room for improvement and by bringing in new concepts it becomes refined. One major realization I have come to which could be the core of my Mission Statement is: you enjoy what you have most when it is shared.

I wrote this in November of 2011:

We are all actors upon the world stage,
On display, splayed, absorbing gaze,
We all work for the same agency,
Power is sometimes granted, planted, born into,
Privileged hands have multiple uses,
To lift up, hold another, make a fist,
Or do nothing, remain voiceless,
Not taking a stand is to drag,
Social surveillance keeps them in line,
No one should be at ease,
We are allowing the redefining of slavery,
We have forgotten that the Other,
Like us, too has a mother,
Hope and hunger fuel dangerous decisions,
Restrictions on both retains the status quo,
What will be your contribution?
Seasons will change
As colorful leaves fall to the ground
Cold creeps and blankets the land,
We will consume to demonstrate our love,
As we shut our eyes for the night
Within warm walls and under solid roofs
The producers of our hollow products
Warm their hands by a wood burning stove
Our system isn't profiting as much as it would like
The machine is hungry and thirsty
It sips on our accounts
Takes bites out of our futures
The difference must still be made up,
Didn't take one
But passed it down
Now watch the invisible people scramble
Huddled, oppressed, but numerous,
By joining together we can form
Whatever we'd like to be the norm
A plurality of voices
Allows for better choices
But we can't keep fighting over the scraps
The master's house was built by us
Don't ignore the whispers
These are the Earth's quieted screams
What is the purpose?
What is the plan?
To give back for what we've been given,
Or should we continue to steal from our children?