Soul searching

Someone just called me his “lovely sister”.
And I felt this little tingle of warmth spreading through my veins. No one’s ever said that to me before. People look at me in 3 ways: The Clown, The Ice Maiden, The Strange One.
Outside of my soul’s family, no one looks into my eyes, no one sees my soul.
And this person, who I barely even know, save for the few cigarette breaks we’ve shared together, managed to do just that.
And sometimes that’s all it takes to make your day. The fact that even one single person managed to look outside the box and not see me as a stereotype. That’s a good enough start for now.
He’s example enough to other people to start looking beyond the obvious. To not judge the book by its cover. To dig through the outside and look at the inside of the person you’re talking to. The outside’s as fickle as the clothes you’re wearing today. Tomorrow, you’ll wear something else. Today, your body is the way it is. Five years ago, it was very different. Ten years from now, it will change even more. Thirty years down the line, you won’t even recognize it any more. That’s how temporary our bodies are. But who we are on the inside, the energies and emotions that make us us, those don’t change with the passage of time. 500 years from now, your soul will still retain the same qualities it does today.
Sorta makes you wonder what all the hoo-ha about colour, shape and size is all about huh?

P.S. Enjoy the here and now. It’s the only place to be. But don’t grow roots. Remember you still have a long way to fly.

A true teacher

So here's the thing about Michael. He's the only person that ever lived that succeeded in fulfilling the true mission of man. He erased the borders, there were no boundaries, he killed stereotypes and lived out of the box. He was everything and nothing. He was masculine, feminine, adult, child, black, white, gay, straight, real and make-believe all at once. 

Michael was all of it. In his own way, peculiar as it might have been to some, he did what all of us should be striving for. I may spend every day of my life talking about how people should erase the lines between race, religion, gender and nationality. I may even contribute to it in my own way. But Michael actually went ahead and embodied it. He killed stereotypes. He was an adult as a child and a child as an adult. He was born black, until nature turned him white. He grew into the body of a man with the soul of a child. He was physically masculine, but spiritually feminine. He was a child, he fathered children, he loved children. He healed in ways he could, the thrilled in ways he could. He was everything and nothing at the same time. He was and always will remain a superior soul. An evolved soul who was here on a mission. A mission of peace and acceptance. He laboured his way through his 50 years to lead by example. He was here to teach us that souls are souls. We aren't men, women, black or white. We are. He was. He proved. And he will remain.