Do not look to others for approval or validation. Their allegiance is fickle and is based upon 1000 factors, none of which have anything to do with you. Look to the day when all differences are put away. See them there beside you as you both bask in the light of eternal truth. And let that calm your insecurities.
I don't believe the things I see with my eyes.
The eyes deceive.
For they do not show those truths
That yet will be.
Instead I trust in the bright hope of unseen things.
And as the world descends into darkness,
I will keep my eyes fixed
Upon the truth that lies beyond.
In this there is hope.
So that, though my body be crushed
By the weight of deceitful appearances,
I will yet rise to meet
The King of unseen things.
Somewhere, someone sits
Without any trouble.
And that's a miracle, isn't it.
Somewhere someone strokes the head
Of some child.
And the child is theirs.
And they love her.
And the devil is far away,
Locked up safe.
And the world is right.
That is a beautiful thought.
And with that thought, I think,
I can go on living.
Nostalgia binds you to the impermanent and separates you from the eternal. To look back is to die. To move forward, riding high upon the crest of the wave of living truth is to burn with the spirit of the eternal. In this is the hope of that life which does not decay.
The study of history and current events will keep you earthbound. If you desire to fly away, look to the sky. Look to the impossible, and be grateful for the reality of the things you cannot see. If you do, the truth of unseen things will grow more real until you begin to forget that there ever was a thing called time or a place called Tuscaloosa or Birmingham or London or New York City. You will realize then that all of these were no more than outward manifestations of a darker, earthbound spirit. And their histories will become inconsequential. Then, all that will be left will be souls, great souls, small souls, bright and shining souls and darkly lit lost souls, some of them still pouring over the news and clinging to worn out histories. And then you will be faced with a choice: to stay a little longer in hopes of leading some few to the light, or to enter into the world which you've imagined, to take up residence in that mansion built without hands, no more to go out forever.