The more I aged, the less I became involved in any type of social scene. I became a hermit content on reading the books I ignored in my youth. In the days of my solitude, I forgone any real life adventure, only to immerse myself with the lives of the characters I read about. The fictitious characters taught me not to rely on others to make you happy, but rather grab happiness itself and bath in the unburdened light of freedom.
Seeing the world anew, I looked across the river to see the once glorious Fort Smith cityscape turned gray. A bleak land full of dingy, dirty, grime painted over with sparsely rooted trees and dolled up superficial wolves, ready to devour the weak willed on a moments notice. I cringed as I crossed the bridge into the city, knowing I would see travesties at every corner. The romanticized image I once had of the city faded, as I seen the true nature of this frightful place. Criminals, thugs, and drug dealers fall out of the wood work and scatter, as you turn on the light of your mind. Not even the upper most elitists of Fort Smith are invulnerable to this madness. Corruption at the very top is rampant in the hearts of our leaders.
I could list problem after problem, symptom after symptom but in the end, it would still be the same. Nothing is going to change unless this town is cleaned up in every way possible. Fort Smith has the potential to live up to its title as the second largest city in Arkansas but on its current path, there will be nothing but ruin. Now as a citizen of Fort Smith, I charge the leaders of this city with a mission; to change their ways and turn this city back to what it once was, a place of hope.