Sunday, August 21, 2011

To Struggle

One surety of being LGBT is we struggle in life. It is the one thing we all share and try to make less harsh for the generation after us. It is a long and difficult road and we must constantly repair flat tires, fill in potholes, and avoid sudden perils darting in front of us.

Lately I have heard so many share their struggles and that is a good thing. We make people aware of what we must endure. However it is also a sad thing. The hate, cruelty, and intense sadness that covers so many peoples lives can suck you in if you allow it. But that's not always a bad thing either.

So many of us turn our sensitive sides off to avoid the hurt and pain being waged against us. We try to deny it power but in the process take power from ourselves. One must integrate the negative things in life to truly grasp the positive. If someone lashes out at you remain calm and rise above it but allow it to sting or hurt. We should not lose our sensitivity to such things. If we do we then begin the path toward hate and unconcern. There is enough negativity in the world, don't add to it.

Our struggles are also with who we are. Society as a whole has few definitions of us. If they do it is usually wrong or badly interpreted. This adds to our difficult journey because most of us have to define ourselves and without the support of society many of us never feel comfortable or truly sure of ourselves.

Its not easy living life without role models, reassurance, or positive images of who you identify as. Many of us never know any accomplishments of the LGBT community or even that we can achieve. That is our struggle of education. Never allow the flame of knowledge be denied fuel to light the way. We are its caretakers and the guardians of those who follow us.

In life to be LGBT also means we are more likely to be abused, hurt, raped, abandoned,  mentally ill, even killed all because someone somewhere refuses to acknowledge us as Human or love us unconditionally.  It is a legacy of hate.

Still with all that is stacked against us I say be proud, stand tall, and be you. I would rather take my chances with the many perils of a road of horrors than to succumb to the smooth path of hate and intolerance. I would rather live a life of love and be alone than hide in fear. Denial of who we are does not serve us, in any form.

Survival sometimes mandates us to detour from ourselves but it should only be a temporary thing, not a lifestyle. Be true to yourself and one another. Be humble and know life's journey can be harsh. But most of all Love. Love yourself, love others, and love life.

Your path is your own and never fear walking it. It is only when you deviate from it you truly regret.

I know today I have listed many of the things so many don't talk about or mention when they give advice but they are there and to deny them denies your journey in life. Be proud of every pain and scar you receive because you are here and you are living your life as it should be. You are the triumph over hate and intolerance.

Love or hate? It's your choice but we all know what hate has wrought so try love. Life is not about the destination but the journey to it. So why even bother wasting precious time on things that will only make you miserable and tired.

You are the struggle! It's up to you to claim victory.

Love is Never Wrong

1 comment:

  1. Personally I'd rather be scarred; they are signs of having lived. Looking thru life with the lens of love, kidness and acceptance is healthier than the lens of hate. One does get hurt when leading with love, but to me it's a price I'll gladly pay.

    And I'm not all that sure that those who live life in hate have a smooth path. I think they are very much tormented, and for the most part unable to find solace. In the darkest, most alone hours of night, what do they have to comfort them? Hate? No, hate is all teeth and sharp angles, no softness to cuddle in. Those who lead with hate are sad beings indeed, whom I only feel grief for.

    How do we bring these people out of their personal wilderness and into the light? I haven't a clue. My daughter in law lives within the maelstrom of hate, non-acceptance of others differences, and mistrust of all. I loved her as hard as I could, to no avail, and she made a mockery of that love, and locked me out of her life, my sons life and the grand babies life. Do I hate her? No, I feel sadness for the colorless life she leads.