In Pursuit of Liberation

I have been met with an extreme challenge in this time in my life; standing amidst stifling opinion and mental hangups as I traversed life as an openly queer man, a full time teacher, and a grieving family member. And friends, to deepen matters- I am an ARTIST trying to stabilize in this transition.  It is with certainty that I can say, I’m uncertain. I feel bitterly challenged yet fulfilled and still somehow responsible for this pursuit that weighs heavy in mind.

At times, I question daily my undertakings and how I undertook them.  I wonder if I might be better off living in another country and leaving these stark shifts behind.  The thing is, I have been thinking they are what tie me to my liberation.  But liberation cannot be bound and the pursuit of it is a charge I hope to keep. All I need to be is reminded.  And with each new step and each new moment and encounter, I feel like the lost souls in Disney Pixar’s “Soul” being freed from those outer layers of despondency.  I tell you the truth, the ride feels overwhelming and my hairs are singed. . . but I must keep after liberation.

It is important to take every opportunity to validate each fellow soul.  Validate their existence.  Offer affirmation-as I have been offered.  Deliver them from the hands of self doubt and questioning.  Make them visible again. Spark the hunger for new quests for the continuation of a great liberation. 

You, me, we have every right to every dream at any given time.  We have every right to walk free in our true identities at any given time.  I have the right to grieve.  I am allowed to be myself while simultaneously being myself- here, there, and everywhere.  No regard for any threat that may tempt me to acquiesce, be bound and unknown.  I am liberated.  

-Teddy the Brave