Things don't always go the way we expect...
And actually sometimes they do the exact opposite.
Like in recent times. Things have gone down that I would've never expected to happen to people I'd least expect to go through them. But they happen for a reason, however cliche, and we have to keep on going. We live, and we learn. And sometimes we take a few steps back. But we were never meant to keep stepping back after that.
I was never meant to keep stepping back.
I did though...and I feel bad for it. But from here on I'm going to keep stepping forward like I did tonight. Sometimes its hard, but we do it anyways. Not everything comes easy. Stepping is just one of those things that doesn't for me. There's so much weight sometimes we just want to sleep it off and stay put. But where do we get from that? Nowhere. Much better to explore and be hurt, then get up, and keep moving. Give ourselves reason and purpose. Goals even.
I have a few...and they'll be reached.
As long as I keep stepping.
I wish I could've stopped a few people from stepping backwards. But it's their choice and their lives. I can only support them in getting back where they need to be. And I am. But you know, it's always tough.
We live in a strange world. Things happen out of nowhere, and sometimes right in front of our very eyes. But we just gotta go with it.
We gotta get up.
Get going.
Live our lives.
And find our happiness.
Because it's there. It's reachable. It's right in front of us, and it has been all along. All we ever have to do is open our eyes.
Even if that's scary.
It's just what we gotta do.
Stepping.
I AM and Individual.
When I was little I was told I could be whatever I wanted to be. They said I could dream. And they encouraged it.
I guess they only think that's okay for little kids. Apparently I can't be what I want to be. I can just but what I want if it fits into their idea of okay.
They laughed at me for believing in love.
They laughed at me for being bisexual.
They laughed at me for just believing in anything.
They told me to "stop being such an idealist."
They laughed at me for my interests.
They laughed at me when I stood up for myself.
Therefore I decided to be slient.
They didn't notice. And that didn't surprise me.
One day I know I'm going to get out of here. I'm going to be so free I'll fly. Because I have big dreams. I am and idealist. And that's what keeps me smiling. I am going to accomplish such big things if I set my mind to it. And who are they to take my smile away?
So I guess this is my first goal. To be who I am, no matter what. And to keep on smiling.
Like Dr. Seuss said, "Be who you are, and say what you feel. Because those who mind don't matter. And those who matter don't mind."
I may have to love them, but I don't have to like them right now. I'm not going to change just because they have opinions. I love myself. And I am happy with who I am. And that's what matters.
This Is What I Want to Do. (My Mission)
Equality is a powerful word.Powerful because we want it. Powerful because its been fought over. Because we need it. And living in the 21st century suburbia, most
people would say we have it. Our generation claims it is the epitome of equality. But look around us. Are we really? How many times have you passed someone on
the sidewalk and stayed to the side because you were afraid of them, just by judging from their appearance? How many times have you been shopping, spending
your supposedly hard earned money, and ignored a homeless man sitting dirty on the corner? How many times have you thought to yourself that you are better
than another person because of your stature, or appearance, your sexuality, gender, religion, or race? We as people are all guilty of judging. That doesn't mean we're
all terrible people. But we are not perfect. I look around at most people in my neighborhood and see they are content with the way things are right now. But I look
around, and I see room for change. Change is a powerful word too. It's not only powerful, it's possible. I am sick of hearing people put down others for things as
simple as their appearance, or especially their sexuality. Who gave us the right to be prejudice? Where did we get the right to judge? Some people claim God "hates
homosexuals" or God "hates blacks or Jews". But since when did God give them the right to judge for him? That's his job, isn't it? I'm tired of sitting back and seeing
people be pushed around, called names, belittled by even their family just for who they are. That's why I'm starting this blog here. Because I want to change
something for once. All my life I've looked around and wanted to help something. Wanted to make a difference. I've written about it for so long. And that's what I'm
going to do here. But I won't just write about it. I'm going to go out there and do something. And every time I make a difference, or see something that needs
changed, I'm going to document it here. So maybe, just maybe, at least one person will read this, and they might make a difference too.