OURS IS THE CONSCIOUS AND CRITICAL MAGAZINE FOR THE CURIOUS CITIZEN. EXPLORING CULTURE, HUMANITARIANISM, AND TRAVEL, WE ARE DEDICATED TO ACCEPTING DIVERSITY, PROMOTING TALENT, CHALLENGING IDEAS AND ENCOURAGING SOCIAL EXAMINATION.
Awareness of the world around us is vital. We promote the individuality of our readers, however it is the collective and altruistic nature of human beings that evokes change and fuels development.
I gulped down the painful swelling in my throat, forbidding myself from crying; I pushed my tears all the way back down to my stomach. It felt like maggots were writhing in my gut. Anxious. Nervous. Defeated? I was a warrior despite my plight, I pushed the swelling further down passed my stomach and out of my system. My body rid of intrusive self-doubt; I began to use my mind, my soul, and my heart for something greater than just my being. Even though I had managed to get a hold of my emotions, I still felt fragile. I still felt like I was on a battlefield. Man down!
So I went to my on campus sanctuary, the library. Typically I would go for a book or my computer, but this time I decided to mix things up, so I head over to the magazine stands. “Which one do I choose?” I asked myself. I decided to go with a humanitarian magazine. Honestly, I cannot remember the name of the magazine, but the concept, imprinted itself in my deepest core. One article in particular stood out to me. The article described how scientists transformed a children’s playground toy into a water pump to provide for the entire village. The installment was cost efficient and effective. I was impressed in how ordinary people, like you and me were able to look beyond themselves and their worries to do something powerful and meaningful for strangers on the other side of the world. I was impressed by technology.Scientists used their tool to make a difference in the lives of others. What is my tool? How can I look beyond myself and see the world as a whole?
How can I make a positive difference in this earth that we share? It dawned on me. My tool is language, words, written in such a powerful manner that they can pierce through our thick human exteriors, of worry and self-doubt, so that we can discover our tool. Everyone has a tool; ironically you just need to look past yourself to see it.So engulfed in my thoughts I missed an entire class. The next day I attended the class, history class, and my teacher, Mr. Brown, asked me why I had missed his class. Keep in mind that this was one of my favorite classes and one of my favorite teachers of all time. By missing class, I disappointed him and myself. I tried to explain that I was in no shape to attend class, but was interrupted by something so True. He taught, whenever you are going through something you should focus that pain into something greater than yourself. In this case, his class, I mean history.
On that day I decided I was going to create a magazine that was more than myself, that was dedicated to the world as a whole, dedicated to its development, dedicated to praising our tools whether creative or scientific, to joys of this earth, to art, to food, to travel, to discoveries, to us. This is ours, OURS Magazine, dedicated to us.