"The experiences that I have gone through, I understand now why they had happened, but... it is not something that I wish to have any others experience... I open up to say that some individuals take what happens in their lives as "lessons and wisdom."
Now... Their story is one that stretches from years within the past. Ever since coming into existence of this world, they were aware of how the world was and how it was changing around them within even the moment. While their parents wished for them to be sheltered from what the world would be, the foal refused to turn the blind eye, same as his herd. The herd and their parents loved them as much as they themselves loved their family and herd.
They were young -- naive -- curious of the world around them and the concepts that were currently in play. They saw nothing but an unbridled beauty of a world in their naivety. Once they were able to extend their sight past their herd and stretch their wings, they realized that they were in store for the beginning of their lessons of life. A lesson that would open their eyes completely.
This lesson is one that they had found to be would be the one that shaped them to whom they are even to this day. The black and white concept of "Right" and "Wrong" in the eyes of a faltered generation that was not yet revealed that a concept can extend into every hue and coloration of the rainbow. Even as a young foal they tasted how cruel the world could truly be.
How as beings, despite being born of the same creation, were to have their differences placed on the pedestal and were torn down for their faults and differences. The young foal was unfortunately one that would not be turned away from this cruelty.
Words that stung, that felt like swords and razor blades that pierced into our very beings.
"Disgusting"
"Freaks of nature... not natural at all!"
"Filth!"
"You'll never amount to anything you do with that attitude. You're heads are too in the clouds"
"Everything you do doesn't matter. You're a disgusting degenerate!"They called them names, tried to instill physical pain.
There was one particular moment where they had their first taste of what they
knew what their destiny would place for them.
They wanted to do nothing more than help their friends in this situation. They didn't care about the words that echoed into their brain as the stallions mocked and belittled them. The antagonists had followed the young stallion and their group of self proclaimed misfits and underdogs. They knew of the true cruelty of how the world can treat an individual just because of how special they are. Those of whom just trying to figure out where they stand in life and self. Those whom have been followed by cruelty since their existence. From words to physical pain, they had turned to me -- er... them for safety -- for guidance. This group was followed, shouted at, thrown things at. The young stallion tried to keep themselves a peaceful one, they tried to steer their group away from the antagonists.
But they knew that words and ignoring the antagonists would only go so far.
They were more concerned over the well-being of their friends. They were cornered, and the young stallion knew they had to take charge. As the stallion stretched his wings to attempt to show how absolutely large they could be, despite how much larger they were compared to their companions, their soul towered further, but not enough to intimidate the antagonists.
They knew they had to defend their friend. Despite the numbers of a small cluster of young mares and stallions verses a seeming to be mountain of fully grown stallions. When their words stopped, the antagonists rushed for their leader. They stood there, taking each hit after hit, their soul felt stronger than ever in a sense. They had to help defend and fight back as well as they could. But in the end they were beaten, beaten meticulously for the fact that I -- They were just trying to save their companions from the cruelty they endured. They glanced back to make sure that their small group had not been reached and saw the terrified expressions that burned their mind to this day. Each strike hurt less and less, until the strikes stopped and the stallion collapsed. They heard the voices move behind them, hearing more shrieks of various tones, in rage... in fear, in pain... Their heart pained deeply, for they could not stop this hatred from spreading. They tried their hardest to shake themselves from their state, but they faded into the darkness of a semi-unconscious state.
There is fuzziness in this instance, something happened... I remember one thing that clearly happened.
They felt water dripping onto them. As if the beings that controlled the skies were weeping for the young stallion's attempt to stop the continued cruelty and hatred of those of whom had to take the extra steps to become what they believed in. The rain was subtle, warm... lovely.
They would awaken at some point. Surrounded by those that they had shown compassion with the compassion that they had to show back. The young unicorns had tried their best to help heal all of their wounds while they were out, and this defender. They spoke gently, trying to have the unicorns of the group focus upon themselves and their companions. They knew how to heal themselves and they did not want them to waste their energy on anyone other than themselves and their allies. The stallion knew that they would heal, they were shaken at best, the scratches and bruises were nothing but a small obstacle. The rain would subside and the sun would arise once again -- as it always does. The rain always seems to pass doesn't it? That even the heaviest of storms will eventually end and will open up to a clear day."
They trail off for a moment, then realize that they were going off a bit of a ramble. Coughing, they continued.
"As they shook themselves off, the youngest mare approached and took to asking -- because she knew that they needed to be asked how they were but were skittish and unknowing of how to word it.
"How do you feel?"The words rushed through their mind like a wave of light that washed away the darkness.
Upon instinct, the stallion whispered back,
"It's okay, I'm okay." Despite knowing that what they had spoken wouldn't have been the real truth. They did not want to burden the younger foals and stallions of their own personal feelings, but knew that eventually they would need to confine to one or another.
....
Fast-forwarding a bit -- the small group would eventually find their way to the stallion's original herd -- which accepted them into their herd without any sort questions or concerns over anything of their being, other than making sure that they would not be filled with hate."
They paused once again, looking around to the group with a gentle smile.
"The herd would take in the weak, the hungry, the confused, the ones that felt that they were entirely lonely and had no families or loved ones to return to. The herd let them choose for their own destinies, of what the past had held for them it was something to look back as a stepping stone. When they realized that the metaphysical beings of love and hate are merely
beasts and that the one that you focus growth upon is the one that thrives, and the one that you ignore and do not tempt will starve. Names stopped leaving the same scars as they did when they were growing and finding who they were. And when they felt as comfortable as they could, and felt that they were ready to go, they would be welcomed back into the herd if they ever wished to return and let them continue to spread love and acceptance throughout the lands rather than hate.
At some point... There was something that grew within the stallion. This stallion knew it was hard to what they had to do. They knew the most that they needed to make a real journey. A journey that did begin when they had saved this small small group, but more realized the more that had joined their open and loving herd. The message that they had began to spread, they needed to continue to spread this message. To help the weak, to help those of which that needed to remember that there was light in the world... And they set off again to travel the lands and continue to spread their message that they had began with that fateful moment that had occurred in the woods.
...
I do hope that this helps to ease whatever broods within your minds and your souls. While my experiences do not reflect what you have endured, I hope that they can relay strength that in the end... Because you are still here. You are still breathing and surviving and even when I am not here to help guide you, I hope that my words will continue to resonate with you and keep you on the pathway that suits
you and not a confused or hatefilled aggressor that doesn't understand.
Because young one, no matter what trials and tribulations that occur in your lifetime, you have to remember one thing: Despite everything they say-- Despite the bruises or cuts or anything physical that they bestow upon you, nothing will ever falter yourself when you are surrounded by loved ones and find strength within their numbers to help guide you to your destination and to help lift you up from perils. We were never meant to hold pain. We were never meant to carry it forever, and the
Despite everything that happens, that our sun and moon still are there -- and that there will be
light."
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Moments of text referenced from ""Instructions For A Bad Day"" by Shane Koyczan. I will never take credit for his beautiful words that have greatly inspired the way that Valda speaks.
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