My Favorite Truism of the Year

What I love and what I hate defines me I think. Maybe the meaning is etched in the contrasts somewhere. It may be the paint fumes have gone to my head, but I’ve been thinking of all the things I am made up of … like what I love and what I hate. What attracts me and what repulses me … I think my own liberation is between the two.

I refuse to dance around peoples delicate ego’s and pansy assed excuses. I refuse to pretend I’m not angry at those who piss me off or make me feel nauseated. I refuse to let a day go by that I don’t tell those whom I love that I do. It’s possible I can love someone and hate their behavior. Yes, it’s true.

I refuse to shut up about things that are important to me. And it’s okay if what I think is important is not on your radar, isn’t your priority in life. I refuse the idea that your love, attention or approval is important. I refuse the idea that one religion sums up who God is … the creator, the universe, your higher power. I refuse to believe your existence is anything but perfectly orchestrated.

I refuse to believe that anything is wrong.

I refuse to think I am anyone less than I came here to be. You and I were born into eternity for a very good reason.

Embrace that idea. Live it.