Sometimes I try to stay away from whatever it is that makes the world cringe - whatever it is that takes away from the smiles and the laughter that we share, from the moments of honesty and joy that maintain our existence, our oh so very dreadfully pleasurable existences on this planet. Without tainting anything, without leaving an imprint or impression, it'd be impossible to make sure I would have completed any particular missions I would have put out for myself.
Thing is, there are just some things that are bigger than any of us.
There are so many things wrong in this world, so many things that need our dire attention, our dire focus that we would most likely rediscover our morals. But, truth is, and not to sound aggressive here or anything, but I don't think we're ready for anything that's outside of the box.
There's been a generational trend apparently: what's old to the prior generation becomes obsolete; what's new to present generation becomes old; what's obsolete to the next generation becomes new. It's less of a cycle, but it has elements of "history repeats itself." And, naturally, I have no concrete evidence to present to you, as if that would make the world of a difference - the point is that we all should be able to understand, to comprehend what it is we need to do, the next step in order for us to actually become ready.
Ignorance is just another form of disinterest. Hatred is another form of disinterest. Rejection is disinterest. Conspiracies reside within the minds of paranoia's nests and objections rely on arguments to become substantial.
We don't need to interfere with anything that's already on its progression. Or its transgression, if that's how you see the glass.
There are countries that have no rights, there are countries where families are dismembered from birth; even where there is freedom, veils are cast and bars are bolted to ensure "the people are cared for and safe." What's interesting is that we're all more than capable of holding our own, of being intelligent enough to watch out for one another.
Somehow, a nation in Europe is free of Student Debt; somehow, an entire country in North America is so scotch-free, so blissful that it stands its residencies with doors unlocked; somehow, there are states, provinces that hold gun-control regulations and the crime rates vary just as well as they would anywhere else in the world.
Somehow, all around the world, people fall in love.
It's not our choice of who we love. As in actual love and spend the rest of our lives with, willingly or unwillingly. We are not given our parents, we are not given our backgrounds - all the greater choices in our lives seem to be exactly that: choices. However, there are only so many variables we can dance along our way upon our path. Each individual on this planet has their purpose, and no matter how far they stray or how clouded their minds may get, the purpose still stands.
And if they do not solve it in their time allotted, another may come in their place.
The extinction of man isn't looking to happen any time soon. We have the tools to do it at our very own disposal. Forget about all of the bombs and bullets and weapons and violence out there in the world.
The single-most dangerous weapon known to mankind is the mind.
With the intent comes the method and procedure and focus.
If hatred is hosted, it will breed and further blossom, spreading out as far as it knows how.
If love is hosted, it will breed and further blossom, spreading out as far as it knows how.
I bless not only the people I know who read this regularly, but the people I don't know, the people I know who never read this, and the people who may have thoughts like my own or even the individuals who will stumble upon this so long as it lays present. I never have willingly and wholly instructed an individual to commit an act - or even from my own act - against anyone else that would permanently inflict them, intentionally or unintentionally.
If the world stays round and keeps spinning, we'll have another day gone and done. And if we worry about what we're supposed to stay true to, we'll make it in this world alright.
There is a rarity of people who don't listen to music. There is a rarity of people who do not interact with other people. There is a rarity of people who are incapable of actually opening their minds and stepping back to see the bigger picture.
Of seeing that the world around them is bigger than just them or one single idea.
That it's always ever been bigger than both you and me.
And that it'll always be that way.
Love is love.
Who you love has always been your own personal business, and whether you act on that love or not is far beyond anyone else's control. If you live in a place where there are regulations, it's only a matter of time before other people agree with you or disagree with you and their ideas form into something formidable: a voice.
What did it matter when education became important to everyone in order for people to become one? For the very same immigrants who landed in America to humble the plane of existence and permit the other immigrants whom they'd invited to do free labor for them or even the immigrants who'd come in, looking for a new life as they once had themselves. And even the very immigrants who had been here before anyone else had record of.
When did it matter who loved who and what kind of consequences came from that?
If it's wrong, the only way people will learn is by their own mistakes.
If it's right, then there's more than one solution to get "x" is all.
I'm not saying people should all but drop what they're doing and focus in and then clang their sword and shield and go to war. I've never advocated anything but level-head thinking, an open mind, an open heart, and a clear eye.
You've known me, whether you were aware of it or not. And I've learned something - if not an iota of knowledge then a miniscule measure of experience - from every single individual whom I've encountered. And if you haven't liked me as a person or friend or what have you, then that is something I do not need to work on nor is it something that you need to concern yourself with. Sometimes people don't fit well: there are so many pieces to the puzzle and not every piece can go everywhere.
But for the lucky batch, for the many people who I am honored to recall smiles and laughter with, once or many a time, I have given you no reason to hate me.
And if you do not hate me, you should not hate who I love, no matter their race, background, future, nor present. You cannot hate a person or thing you do not know. And if you hate love, then you hate the very thing that may as well have brought you into this world.
Lust, adoption, surrogate, or natural procreation - it's all the same. There is love in the nurturing and upbringing of a child. If not, then the child is unconditioned to survive and the withdrawal of compassion molds nothing but an empty shell with an unlit wick.
It's only a matter of time before there is a flame that enters. Soon thereafter, the wick will become alight with passion.
I know I talk in circles; I know I try to cover so much in so many words, but the bottom line is that no matter who you are or who you come from, if you plan on making it in this world, you're going to need a friend or two. And whetheryou know it or not, you've had friends in the past who have been heterosexual, homosexual, or anywhere in between. And it's nothing but your business to handle your own business.
But if you're to discriminate against those with a particular color of flesh or a certain set in mind then you might as well discriminate against those with flesh or those with a mind, for it is purely asinine for man to eat is own hand as it is to shove his own hand down another's mouth.
It's easier said than done - to love without hating, but if you just worry about yourself and never give anyone a reason to hurt you, lay all your cards on the table and wear them proudly, your time will come when you gain your medal and you can turn back to help the next person.
And trust me, that side of the reward will be much more satisfactory and healthy for all of us.
I hope you guys stay safe and sensible as always. There have been close calls in my life and I've lost a few hopes and gained a few more along the way, but there's always one thing I've known to be true:
If I'm to be true to you, I must be true to myself. In order to do that, I must do what I know best:
Love.
<3 ~ Monty.
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