In the depths of a troubled mind, where the lines between reality and illusion blur, there I found peace and solace. I don’t know…my prayers always seem to be schizophrenic. Is it bad to pray for a world that knows no judgements?
There is never a night that I won’t shove my head into the pillows, grip my cold hands together, and whisper vehement prayers. Living through this life is hard and to say I am desperately wishing to feel normal is an understatement. When will this heart stop from yearning for a world where equality and fairness prevail? I am just tired.
The days after the desolated nights are just a slap of truth: the world is still cruel. In my prayers, I see a society where love transcends boundaries, where acceptance understands no confines, and where everyone is embraced without hesitations—but my surroundings just prove that these are shut in my imaginations.
Yet, as I sway along the pacing world, I see only paltry glimpses of my prayers manifesting. Headways are being made, but it felt like a loitering tango dance towards equality. The weight of societal discrimination and condemnation still tints the hopes and dreams of many red, creating defects in the foundation of a fair world. Are change and acceptance too much to ask? At what cost will it take to have our love celebrated as proudly as others?
Still, with these silver linings being tangled and fragmented, I see the prevalence of small changes. Though distorted, my prayers began rippling through the tapestry of life, stirring conversations, creating movements, and prompting a collective coveting for change. These silenced voices, the curtained courage, and the withheld love had found power to rise while demanding acceptance that everyone deserves to have in the first place.
In the quest for an equal and fair world, my prayers that were once deemed schizophrenic had become a reflection of a world still in the making. Be that as it may, it will remain a constant hum in the background, intertwined with the chorus of countless others, incessantly waiting for the day where the hum turns to a symphony of change as equality and acceptance dance hand in hand.
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