How i became an “activist”

I founded a publication that prached interesting “jibberish” about Rastafari. The aim; to redeem many ignorant and stereotypical people from lack of information and resource material regarding Rastafari. We also spiced it with some nice creative writing, events, entertainment, and recent Afrikan updates. In my youth i never found answers to the questions i had about the world. To demystify these question i looked around for an identity. I figured that as a person i needed to associate myself with the ideals which i felt subscribe to me. It's funny sometimes because the prescriptions of that particular affiliation can be spontaneuosly inherent and should not be developed by any other exterior force. Im no activist. I believe (or some have said) was chosen to do the work i do. I advocate my work because it doesn't serve only me but also the people i hold dear to my heart. Rastafari has been the only source of comfort and provides me a sense of purpose in life. Word from above/ Note to self- “you are not special, your just a person who does different things and gets appreciated for it”. I love Tafari and Jah is the only self serving abject of my life. Everything else in life is sundry. So, i became an “activist” without knowing that im an “activist”, because advocating a people's cause was not a matter of simply affiliating myself with a group or civil servents or admitting to the fact that i am wiling to be a martry for the movement. My work created and moulded me to be the “activist” the i am.