Time Changes Us All

Hello again, dear readers. It had been days, weeks, and months since I last posted on here. I am a different person and, undoubtedly, you are too. I welcome the new you as I hope you welcome me.

I would speak of the time that has passed in length, but we both know that ideal words cannot describe the life that has been lived, the experiences that have been had. Allow me to say, as curiosity should be satiated, that I left a toxic situation and moved on. Likely I will post, quite soon, on my experience with the toxicity of my past, but for now, I give you the present. And oh, what a present it is.

I will not say this is a political blog. As stated many moons ago, I post what I want and whenever I feel like it. However, this last week has affected me to the core. I am, without shame, defined as a liberal. However, I do not necessarily have all the same ideals as the liberals out there. But, probably because I am a liberal, I believe there is more than one definition for a liberal, for a conservative, for a democrat, for a republican. We all are affected by our circumstances and thus live our own truths the best we know how.

Lately liberals have been described as snowflakes. I find that term hilarious. Snowflake. Do they know all the edges that term can have? Sure, they likely mean it as someone who melts down easily, resulting in spewed words and phrases that make non-snowflakes laugh.

But snowflakes are not so base. Each snowflake is different from the next. They are individuals, with individual characteristics and individual peaks and valleys. When you put many snowflakes together, you get a blizzard. And, if anyone of you has been through a blizzard, you know that not only are they dangerous and deadly, but they have a certain beauty. I have experienced more blizzards than I can count, in fact I was born during one, and I know the power that they have. There is no conquering of a blizzard, which is why you never launch a land war in Russia during the winter…ask NapolĂ©on and Hitler. There is no way around a blizzard, you have to push through. That’s not easy and generally not possible. All those snowflakes blind you to the course you were trying to take, making you slow down and reconsider what you were even thinking.

Now we are faced with a great obstacle. I am tempted to say evil, but that implies more power than should be given. This obstacle is embodied, ever so unfortunately, in the personage of the Leader of the Free World and his followers. These people believe in things contrary to my beliefs and those of the other snowflakes. And while I firmly believe in listening to the other side, I can no longer bear nor debate what they say. Withholding things that have been earned by any individual is not only wrong, but goes against most conservative thinking. It should not matter the country a person originates from if they have chosen to make themselves and their new nation, these United States of America, better. Who would we be if we denied this to others before.

One person does not reflect an entire people. I am not Timothy McVeigh nor am I Aileen Wuornous. I do not shoot before asking, I do not judge before thinking. As all snowflakes are different, all people are different.

Blizzards are ruthless, devastating, and deadly. But they can also be inspiring, beautiful, and thought provoking. As a witness to the last week of events, I can state that this blizzard of snowflakes is the latter. These individuals will not be silenced. These individuals will not be turned away. And, should those who wish to silence these snowflakes by ploughing them into a ditch to make way for false ideals try to do just that, I know that the blizzard shall come again and lay down a beauteous, yet undeniable, sheet of thoughts, dreams, and ideals.