Veritas

It took me staring into the abyss, being raked through the depths of Hell, to realize that my truth was worth living. I no longer feel tied to the consideration of other people – especially family members – other than the boiling turmoil that creeps up from time to time when anxiety knocks. I have realized that it is not worth the time to be recognized by anyone except for oneself. Their measure and respect of your life’s value does not matter, as they have not had to spend an infinite amount of time within your life. Age is not wisdom. Wisdom comes from lived-in experiences, and anyone that says they have the wisdom to tell you that you cannot feel apart from yourself and need to correct it speaks with internal biases that they have yet to even fathom. You do not need to ignore parts of yourself just so they can be more comfortable battling the Colossus of Ignorance within their minds.

You are valid. You are worth it. You are important. Not because I have said it, but because you have – or will – internalized it. You have said it. In affirming your identity and perception, you create Veritas. The Goddess is your guidance to helping others and making your life beyond the realm of oneself. That is the future that you can elect to have by using your experience as a tool of understanding. You begin to realize that family is not merely reliant upon blood ties. Family consists of individuals that love you beyond measure. Their love is truly an unconditional act, a consensual waltz of inclusion, understanding, and acceptance. It does not matter how much interaction is there, because they are always there for you.

Toxic individuals decide if they wish to participate in the dance, and you are under no obligation to provide them momentum. If your energy is best spent doing other things, then pursue those. Don’t let others rob you of your voice by forcing you to constantly educate them on the little things. Exist for your sake, because it’s all we have. Be who you are.

You exist. You matter.

Carpe Noctem

I just watched Dead Poets Society for about the fifth time in my life. Each time, its message still stands out. Carpe Diem. Seize the Day. Even if life stretched out in all directions unendingly, a surface of uncountably infinity magnitude, it would still be too short to live for someone else. It would be too short to allow them to control your thoughts and actions. You must look out for your own well-being first (or manage your affairs until you can) – and it does happen. It took me until I was 24 to stand up for what I felt was correct. To stand upon my desk and say, “O Captain, My Captain.” I was unhappy with life and was unattached to any name I had been given. Then I took action. I carved my name from my identity – who I am deep down. It only matters that it happened. That validation was intense. For you, it may come in another way. Every journey has its constants and its variables. There is always a lighthouse. It does not matter when it happens, only that it does. It is never too late to affirm yourself. It is never too late to share your heart, mind, and soul. It is never too late to stand up and be counted.

It takes an immense amount of courage to do such a thing, too. In a world that shuns empathy, even when it is becoming a more valuable asset by the day, it takes a lot to be authentic. We’re constantly told to CONFORM OR DIE. We fail to recognize our uniqueness – we’re told to shun the special snowflake! Yet, the failure to recognize almost unending complexity should not reduce us to tearing others down. We should be letting our experience inform ourselves of how not listening to the needs of a group can be detrimental to all outgroups.

The future has rapidly advanced upon us, and we are now at a stage in our history where most jobs can be performed by automatons whose only want is energy. We are entering an era where any organ may be printed with one’s own stem cells, a process that would eliminate rejection entirely. We are adding three months to the human lifespan annually. The cost of all of these procedures is decreasing as we understand more about them, and as we exponentially increase our ability to solve problems. If there was ever a glimmer of hope at any point in human history for anyone that has ever felt “different,” like myself, this would be it. Stare boldly into the new dawn and stand on the shoulders of giants. Keep your dreams alive, even as everyone spits in your path and claims it’s futile. Prove them wrong.

Carpe Diem! Unless you’re like me, then “Seize the Night.”

Via: Mommies and Daddies With Chronic Pain (http://on.fb.me/1Lgnc6P)