(#107 in a limited-edition series! Collect them all – Yes, I used a Paul Young song title for the title of this post… Daryl Hall wrote it, Hall and Oates performed it before Paul Young covered it)
This is mirrored from a post I just send out on my Facebook (a public-viewable post) – and is being mirrored to PINKessence as well.
For every person on here who removed their Facebok account, and leaves their circle, I have to ask myself “Was our friendship real?” – “Are we all just easily discardable?”
And yes, I am aware of this saying:
“When people walk away from you, let them go. Your destiny is never tied to anyone who leaves you, and it doesn’t mean they’re bad people. It just means that their part in your story is over.”
There are people in my life, past, and recent past, for who their part in my life story came to an end, or is coming to an end.
For those who feel that transition is the end of one journey, choose to go “stealth,” cutting their ties with anyone who may clue others in on where they came from, I will try to understand.
For those who state that they will stay active in the fight to make things better for every CD/TG/T-whomever comes along, so they don’t have to go through the struggles and injustice, or general discrimination and dream-killing others have had to battle through ( or are still battling through ) – I consider them important allies, and people who support me, and reassure me that what I have done, and am continuing to do, is the right thing.
I appreciate having some tie to them, whether it’s over Facebook, instant messaging, email, PINKessence, YouTube, Flickr, the Rainbow Mix Radio community (fans, listeners, DJs/hosts), or wherever we made contact.
When someone decides to not be part of a community, whether it’s because of the community itself, or a few within it, it hurts me when they’re gone. I feel I’ll never hear from them ever again, but I’d like to know that they’re out there, doing ok, regardless.
I hope I was of some kind of inspiration, or brief importance, in the greater story. Thank you for your talking to me, or at least acknowledging I exist.
I hope we will meet again someday… I will endeavor to continue to exist, for as long as I can, to fight to be who I want to be, who I need to be, to realize my dreams (without letting anyone kill them off), and achieve happiness, or at least the knowledge that my life will be as close to “the right track” as it can be.
I will be out here in the world, somewhere – I have a feeling, even if things settle down for me, and I decide to “blend in” with the “normal world,” I won’t be too hard to find…
My beacon will continue to shine…. “This is my time to shine.”
Thank you for being a part of my story…