Friday, October 31, 2008

love isn't easy/ but it sure is hard enough (II)

I don't wanna talk
About things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play

The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory... that's her destiny.

I know you've found it so hard to realise how much I've changed. But it's been 17 long years and if I remained the same way, wouldn't it be much more worrying.

Being who you are to me doesn't mean you've got more right to impose your beliefs on me. I've had enough of your incessant questioning; I've had enough of your doubting; I've had enough of you digging up the past to reprimand the present and correct what's in the future. That will not work; things are different now.

I don't think I know what exactly are my rights, but I do know I've got the right to love, I've got the right to decide the sort of lifestyle I'd like to lead as long as it's not detrimental.

I don't know what makes you think it's unnatural. What's so unnatural about the ability to love? What's so unnatural about feelings. Emotions. Desires. Empathy. Compassion. Love.

If you could fall in love with someone regardless of height, weight, looks, race, creed, religion, intelligence, qualifications and socio-economic status, then why can't you just fall in love with someone regardless of gender?

Love isn't wrong. Denying yourself and others of the ability to do so is.

Race for cultural preservation is often what causes states to go to war.

A part of me doesn't want to believe in boundaries anymore.