I like to write about life. Sometimes this life can be boring…. but it still exists and as we near the next holiday season it brings me pause to this year end. This year has been full of ups and downs, fights and happiness but the one thing we seem to have forgot is the yesterdays. Promises that seem unfulfilled or feelings expressed. See we all have to battle the chaos of life but sometimes life adds that little extra kick. One more kick in the pants.
Everyday I live with the hope and promise of tomorrow. No regrets and nothing left on the table yet I continually have a tinge that somthing is missing somewhere. I question what it is and I move on. I always question and rarely find the answer I don’t really know the actual question. I think I lays in society and the determination of who “belongs”. What label are we to carry and how is it to affect us?
One that I see frequently tossed is “mentally ill”. Fromparents of transgender children to those of us who had to wait until later in life to be freed we are accosted with the label of being ill. Now I’ve mostly been able to ignore the more vulgar people in our society by having great people in my life. That shielding doesn’t make the issue any less of a problem.
The problem as I see ur is those who are more apt to call out such speech when they don’t have an education on the subject nor the interest to learn. It’s just easier to hate what you don’t know I guess. More over I find myself concerned about a society that creates a mood where people would rather die then be free. Makes me wonder all the more how many people like me have died without making a sound.
With all of this how do any one of us survive? How can some of us thrive and some of us get buried? To me, it’s the company we keep and our ability to be free. So for me… society has been quite kind but I can’t forget my sisters who aren’t so lucky. From those who can’t find employment to that mom who is being accosted for her child being transgender… we all need to wake up.
We all need to wake up. We need to look at our society and find a solution that involves less suicide and more love. It is time to realize that words can hurt and unlike cuts we can see, the hidden cuts are deeper and harder to patch. Maybe it’s true for ones to say “the pen is mightier then the sword.” especially when that pen is used in malice.
Love each other, learn about each other, and help each other. We can’t continue life with everyone being separate or holding a side. It’s time we come together and love each other but if no one wants to stand together then surely we will all stand in solitude.
“We are all born ignorant, but one must work hard to remain stupid.” ~ Benjamin Franklin