Elitism

Yeah. I know. This is a big one. Because I experienced the butt end of elitism all my life. The people who try to be the ones denoting everything. Twisting facts. Limiting truth. Omitting details. Just to control.  

Control the narrative. We are social creatures, with social needs. Acceptance mainly. Love defienelty, and I have seen the abuse of these needs to the advantage of others. Mainly those who repeat what was done to them. Embracing the darkness and distrusting goodness and love. Bitter. Its bitter because of the consquences of not realizing of whom you are controlling. Of who you are affecting, and the soul within you screaming. This is wrong. They were wrong. Now I am doing this as well. 

I am bad as well. I can’t be the only one. Everyone is corrupt. Everyone lies. Everyone is fake. I am justifying the wrong I embraced. So you continue thinking its alright. If it is all wrong, I might as well take control of others. If men cannot be trusted then I might as well be controlling. They are under my boot. If woman cannot be trusted I might as well dominate. 

Slander, distrust and abuse. 

Please. Do not repeat what is wrong. You cannot be the mirror for the evil and expect justice. We are actions. We are agents. Choose what you want, and then be a mirror. History is often repeated because we are all reflections of what we want and knee jerk reactions. 

If you want vengeance, you will be vindictive to others, not just your target. 

You cannot expect that harming others will ever lead to good. You will find that anger unchecked, and wholly embraced, will never embrace peace. Agency, with the motion to move past and rise above, to be wholesome and safe, will lead to balance and resolution.

We must be agents. Not acted upon when the world is bitter. This is a test of what we want. Who we will become when faced with mountains of digust. I will be better. I will be compassionate. I will choose the light. I will be the person who will forgive myself. I seek to be an agent to myself. I will become tomorrow. I will be self-compassionate when I slip up. Take responsibility, love myself and know that I am human. Know that imperfection is not wrong. Weakness is not filth. Weakness is not something to show disgust and point our noses at. Hope is our message. Hope is our solution. Our choices can change. We are worth everything to our Heavenly Father. We are worth it all to our Savior, Jesus Christ. Prayer is there for every minute we partake in talking with our Heavenly Parents. When I faced myself. When I saw my prejudice, my anger, my rage, I felt like I was lost and hopeless.

Now that I accepted that love is better than anger. I found out that hope never left me, and with faith, I can become who my Savior wants me to turn into. There are actions to be made. Steps to undergo. Love to feel. Love to know. I do know that my Savior lives. I have read that he died and was resurrected. He suffered for me, and for you. We can all know this for ourselves. Nobody is barred from personal growth. No matter your gender, your background, your decisions of the past. Everyone has the opportunity, and the  permission to try again. Try and learn from experience. The bitter from the light.

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