“Most of the rest of us accept that what doesn’t kill you can make you stronger. Sure there’s pain. There always will be.”
As long as little girls are gang-raped—I will continue to fight and speak out against inequality. So, yes, I know I am stronger in that way. This happened to my daughter at age 15. ‘Pain’ is AN UNDERSTATEMENT. It’s anguish. My little girl didn’t tell me for 2 months. She thought she’d done something wrong, she was at a friends’ house and they were somewhere they weren’t supposed to be. My daughter is mildly developmentally delayed and at age 15, still very innocent.
Sexist men make me sick. You are right, they have NO SHAME.
Maybe some ‘awesome’ dude that gets his kicks raping developmentally delayed little girls will be kind enough to let me know when we are ‘having fun.’
“For many, as long as there is pain, or the memory of pain, no one else is allowed to have “fun” at all. It just isn’t respectful.”
I won’t let go of the outrage because there isn’t enough of it. I won’t accept that this is the way it is because grown men don’t endure this torture. And I and my daughter shouldn’t have to either.
And I can both enjoy life and hang on to my outrage at the same time.
I do appreciate your sentiment, but I am just sharing my experience which is never going to be as neat and clean as your suggestion.
No you can't. You cannot ascend to Heaven if your hands remain nailed to the cross.
Nursing a pain, or a grudge, tending it and feeding it only makes it grow.
Put it in a closet and close the door. Let it die in the darkness.
Then plant seeds of hope and love. Water them and care for them. Let them grow and flower.
I do not advise forgetting or becoming unwary. Be cautious, but not afraid.
Life is the reward for those willing to live it.