Other Humans
I know a beautiful man. He has no idea how special he is, how worthy. He may say, “I know I’m a catch,” but he doubts, just like we all doubt. He doesn’t know how special he is. And, so, he has told me how no one has ever fought for him – that no one has ever found it a worthy enough effort to truly fight for him. I know that hurts him. And I wonder… I wonder about this.
Humans are….crazy. They are mostly unwell. They are imbalanced, confused, untethered, scared, living in a constant attempt to fill a hole within themselves, psychotic, and they can be lazy, especially towards what it takes to emotionally elevate out of a traumatic, material world. And I mean all of this in the most beautiful way possible, because it’s a journey, and we are all on it. But, humans don’t love themselves, and they hardly ever, almost NEVER…love someone else. So, if they cannot truly love themselves, to quote RuPaul, “how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?”
So…I want to say to you, my dear, sweet man, that just because they don’t fight, because they can’t, that that truly means nothing. And, in the absence of that meaning, it certainly does not mean that you are not worthy of the moon and stars and of someone traversing the deepest sea and the strongest storm for you. You are special. You are free, free to tap into the love of the universe reaching out, holding you. You are a sweet-hearted, sentiment from the divine ocean of love. If no one, ever, on this earth can see you for what you are, honestly what does that mean? I will tell you, and everyone, that it means NOTHING about you. You are so special. There is only one you, only one ember of a soul flashed into being, sparkling on this earth in just your light, in just your way of existing, you sweet, sweet soul.
And so….please know that other humans cannot see and don’t have the ability to do these things. They don’t get it, because they are not free. But you, you are special, and you will always be. My wish for you, is that you can see this that I know about you.
