We avoided all the traps, even this most insidious, of not falling into traps.
Even more important: we have made our dreams worthy of our world and our world worthy of our dreams.
And what i mean is: i am perfectly happy with who i am. I am not pursuing some impossible goal or building a life based on some taken-for-granted ideal or trying to recreate an image of family with which i was not even happy on the first place — as most people seem to imply any sane one should. I do not accept such notions as “i have dated everyone i ever was interested in” or “i had everything i wanted”, with their obvious denying of the important part of life that is loss.
And finally i have not ever dwelt on the illusion of individualism, which means: i do see that (and how) my path is the path of the whole human being — in more than one way.
The traps have been many, and the path that still lies ahead of us is even more daunting. But we don’t — and we didn’t — give up on liberty. Be it a boyfriend that jealously want to put us in a box, be it the material things that we own and that end up owning us, be it ideologies that only set you free if you refuse to see anything besides them, be it our fear that makes a cage seem so appealing. We refused all of them and moved on.
And we have also known for ever that perfection is another name for refusing to listen to the other. So, we never laid out intricate plans that encase and freeze life inside, instead we just refused to not be completely happy every single moment — not exilariated, not comfortable, not hedonistic — but true to ourselves.
And we never searched for the simple answer, as if life was a school test, instead being always open and always looking to the horizon. And we never forgot that dreaming is also a form of violence, instead we accepted the burden of making people cry and bleed when it was needed. And we never hid our own tears, instead we remained as faithful to our pain as we were to our joy.
And we know that the whole wide world laughs at us, and disdains our hopes, and say that it’s all too difficult. And we know that, in more than one way, they are right. But there is a secret we keep zealously, and it warms us in the cold nights and makes us cool in the heat of the fight. And this secret, it is simply that a dream is stronger than anything else. And our dream, so delicate, so thin, it is strongbeautiful in our minds. And it has grown: even now it becomes more wonderful. We are more free now than a year ago, we are more open now than a week ago, we see deeper and farther now than ever before.
Don’t get me wrong. I know there is a lot to do still. And i remember that i have not even begun to sketch up ideas about the next steps. But what must be done is not some buffoon-styled overcomplex kingdom or rule or state or revolution — we only have to rethink the world.
And if we have long, arduous, painful work to do, it is not beginning from nothing — it’s beginning from us, from our being, from everything that we are — which is the brightest light of the whole infinite universe.
No one else can see it, yet. We are alone in our understanding. We are alone in our dreams. But we dreamt the dream. We made it shine in the midst of the darkness. We gave birth to strongbeauty.
We see an universe that is so big, so devoid of an end — and we are the most precious thing that ever existed.
And we won.