Rambling Rambles of a Rambler

Why does the world need to know my identity? Why do I need to share my name, my pronouns, my reality? Can’t I just be? When will you accept me as the person you see? The person you converse with? The… me? When will it be okay with the world that my voice can be heard? With no prejudice. No preconceptions. No judgments. Just based on me being human. No race. No gender. No class. No sexuality. No history. Just me, here, now and always.

I’m so over being told that I’m wrong. That I shouldn’t react a certain way or think a certain way. That my opinion is wrong. My feelings are wrong. I’m just wrong. How did everyone else get to be so right! What school or classes did they go to that taught them right? Correcting their WRONG behaviour. Why couldn’t I afford that school? Why wasn’t I invited? What did I do so wrong that I couldn’t even afford an application? Ramble, ramble… Rose is rambling again.

I used to write random emails to a select group of friends and family... very much my world experience and random thoughts. Today I realised how much I miss it. It created this weird invisible thread connecting my inner rambles with my outer world, and gave me inner peace I didn't really expect. I can't even remember what triggered the idea but it started without really thinking of what would come of it. Over the random emailing period, I found a connection from people I had never expected to respond and a shift in perspective of the human mind. An appreciation of human beings and an underlying magic in all we experience began to form. I woke up inspired to share, excited to explore others thoughts and ideas or just content with the awareness of the human experience.  Then, just as quickly as the random emails had arrive d, they left.  I was asked a few times by some when I was going to return to sharing my random thoughts. Others shared their fondness of my sporadic narrative...