man, i've got all these great ideas, you know? i just need to clear the time to do them. having all of these great ideas is a huge responsibility, see, like the world won't be able to really spin the way its supposed to unless i take care of it. oh, they are all totally important, monumental things that are gonna really change things... for the better. i'm serious, here. totally serious.

like for instance, i really fear for the future of the children today. i really, really do. sure, there is that whole global warming thing going on. that's totally a big deal. and let's be honest here, the state of global politics can be really confusing to the normal guy. i read korea fired a missile at the world a few weeks back, but the world was all like, 'pfffft. whatever. we've got a ton of those. nice try, korea. call us when you're ready to talk and maybe we'll listen. lates.' in reality, though, the world probably had trouble sleeping that night. being a tough guy in the daylight is one thing, but when it gets dark out, it gets a lot harder. considering that it's always nighttime somewhere, the world has a lot of answering to do behind closed eyes.

but the future of the children has more to worry about than potentially bad weather and long-range rockets in the hands of the overinflated self-righteous. i'm talking about a real issue, about health. i'm not talking about the plight of the farmer and the circus argument about the true value of the word 'organic'. maybe i should, because we're talking about the future of children here, which is a very important future to take into consideration. i was once a child, really, and i look around sometimes and wonder if anyone took into consideration my future. other times, though,  i look around and want to give everyone a high five 'cause stuff ain't all that bad right now.

well, i guess i should say that stuff ain't all that bad for me, that is. other people, too. i see it when i walk around, talking to the world and hearing what it has to say. i really listen when it talks back, at least, i really try. i'll walk around a mall or a busy street and just let my ears stay open and my mouth stay shut. that's when the real listening happens. the world speaks up when you let it. you should also learn to keep the eyes open for more than just crossing signals and pretty girls and shiny toys. if you're like me, you'll learn pretty fast that it helps to sit down when you really want to listen. the world appreciates that.

so, i've seen a lot of places lately, right? and i let the worldly whisper echo gently into my mind, stoking the fire with these great ideas. i think it must burn in my eyes, because everything looks different afterwards. and it burns in my heart because it keeps me up sometimes late at night, not like it would were i a tough guy. it's harder to be soft than hard, at first. it gets better with time.  now it's time to really change things, to take into consideration the wellness of the future of the children of the world. this fire tells me that, not with whispers but with waving arms that lick the night like the flames they are.

this is an open invitation to join in on this great idea, to help change the world, one child's future at a time.

i'm really worried that those shoes that all the kids are wearing, the ones with the wheels in the heel, are going to seriously screw up their bodies after prolonged use. i really do. i fear for the hips, knees, ankles, and gaits of children who wear heeleys. i watch them scoot around on one of their heels-- they never evenly scoot, from what i can tell-- trailing behind them a vapor trail of physical imbalance for years to come that could result in the need for a hip replacement, or, in the very least, lot's of physical therapy.

look at the facts. the shoes are these huge, frankenstein-heavy shoes with wheels on the heel. it seems that before kids even have a fair chance to learn to walk properly, they get a pair strapped on and are set free to scoot with relative impunity. all of their weight either goes directly through a locked knee into the heel or spent wobbling around on the tips of their toes. for a lot of the children, i'd wager that this is their only form of physical exercise. this weighs heavy on my heart, the clouds that are rapidly forming on the clear horizon of what's to come. the whole flashing-red-lights-on-the-shoe phenomena was bad enough, abuse of which only resulted in a dead battery. are heeley's really worth a hip-replacement surgery at a young age? furthermore, i'm curious as to why nobody has demanded a full report of heeley's-related injuries over the past few years.

my great idea is twofold: either to a) convince someone to design a fully ergonomic version of heeley's that offer full arch support, an airbag, detailed user manual, and automatic shut-off timer, or b) learn to let children, and those who watch out for them, make their own decisions pertaining to their future and let it go. i've got so many more great ideas that could really use the space to grow, so the world better watch out one way or another. if they don't come to life, things might just spin way outta control.