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Letter to the Like-Minded Souls
by Marc Alexander Valle
Dear Like-Minded Soul,
Perception is a wave, threatening to crush the shores of anything and everything you feel inside and think you know.
I’m talking about their perception. And yours and mine. But mostly theirs. The people are scared. They’re uncomfortable, and it will not be accepted.
The advice, the suggestions, the offhand comments, the superstitions, the hungry mob, the fanatical religion, the authoritarian government, your parents, wanting you to be a doctor or lawyer or x-ray technician.
How can we ever just be when the belief that “we just are who we are” is a landlocked sea with dozens of tributaries?
The salty, the fresh, the toxic, the mother, the friend, the father, the sister, the brother, the pastor, the teacher, the teammate, the lover.
Was there ever a place?
We built forts of pillows to fight them off, didn’t we?
And we flew off into space, didn’t we?
I’m at an age where I’m halfway there, the day that I don’t care what anyone thinks and how they see me, and I think to myself that when I get there it’ll be okay, Shangri-la, high above the waves.
But why so long?
Why so close to the end, if in fact there is a mountain sanctuary?
The people are uncomfortable. And they’re comfortable with their discomfort. And it rattles me.
There’s nothing to do but to step forward and find
your family, your people, the dreamers, your kind.
And hold on as long as you can. But never too tight.
The hungry mob were once dreamers too.