Beautiful

Everything in life is beautiful. The pain, agony, strife, they all hurt and are ugly, but they transform history, and ourselves, and our hearts. They harden us so that we may one day unite in love, over the anger and destruction, and the rubble. So that one day, we will stand together against what is not beautiful. Together we will love so fiercely that anything that may dare approach the barrier will be turned. We will win hearts not by pride or by force, but by love, and love alone. In our separate corners we may feel the weight of our heavy hearts and the burden of the fight today.. But one day that weight will lift and our weakened bodies will be held up by our brothers and sisters that have lived our lives and peered through our eyes, different as they may be, they are also us. One day our struggle will be shared, after it seemed to grow across the elements and the expanse. It will no longer seem so dark, but rather a sheer garment that one can gaze through on either side and see simultaneous beauty and wisdom through the thin veil that was once defeat. Hurt can never be undone, but its scars become stories and stories become tales. Tales carry on for centuries and tell not of what was lost, but what was gained. The great giant never prevails, but is torn down, limb by limb by the weakest of men with the greatest of hearts. We all have within us the power to fight, not in hatred, but in love. Whoever you are, wherever you've been, you are beautiful and you are loved. One day, I dream that we all will accept and know this as true.