I dream of a world where a different and unique person is celebrated like the colours of a rainbow.
Where the beauty of acceptance and originality moulds our future.
Where the struggle of finding ourselves is a shared struggle and is shouldered by each human alive.
I dream of a world where love is the only language, the only emotion, and the only religion.
Noting goes above love and nothing is accepted below love.
I dream of a world where colour, race, gender, caste is long forgotten and the celebration is all about individuality.
A world where love rules, where kindness prevails and where the hearty desires are not hidden.
The last thing I want in my world is that a person is caged in someone else’s expectations and their feathers are slowly cut by each opinion raised by the so called ideal society.
I wish to send warm hugs to those young kids who cry themselves to sleep because their love is different, their love is wild, their love is not accepted. But my darling all I want you to know is that at the end of the day it’s just love that we live for, you me and all of us. And we lovers are the strongest people, so don’t cry my brave heart. You are loved back by the right people.
The change of my dream world has started with me. And I will pass this love to generations and generations. All it takes is the right parenting to understand that sexuality is one’s own slow process. Understand the process, give the person time to grow in their unique space and watch them change the world. Watch them love like no tomorrow. And where there is love like no tomorrow there is a better tomorrow.
Remember it’s easy to hate
But hard to love,
Love until it’s easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Sending warm hugs to all my pride flag bearers.