There are moments when you feel that language is impotent: in deep love, in intense anger, in hate, in prayer. There are intense moments when language is impotent. Then you have to do something. When you are angry, intensely angry, you hit the person, you spit on him, you are saying something. I can understand him. He must have something more to say, that’s why I’m asking, "What next ?"
Sometimes, somehow... once you get your soul some solid footing, you realize that it's the moment that starts a world of learning: who are you; where in life do you need to go; what do you need to do to be happy; what terms are you willing / not willing to accept as an individual, and many other questions. Once you answer those questions, you build you sense of dignity, self-worth, and take responsibility for everything that is you and your life.
Took me a long time to realize, and it's different for each of us, in varying degrees. However, it only strengthens my connection to our common humanity as LGBTQ brothers and sisters, and the resolve to work at expanding my consciousness and, just... helping.
I hope that some who are reading this, if you haven't heard it click into place before, that you take a good while to read, let it swim around so your subconscious mind can bat it around, until all the pieces fill in the blanks. It will click for you when you need it, normally when you least expect it.
I wish only the very best to everybody who reads my posts, because pain is a given for everybody who has found their true heart. It's also a prerequisite to forge our own path. It's going to hurt, that I can promise... you're not doing it right if it doesn't hurt. But there is beauty to admire, a world full things for pondering, and wonderment at the complex things that icebergs are, with so much beneath the surface.