I apologize if I babble too much in the following paragraph, but I was struck with inspiration and simply wrote, in an almost trance-like state. I get these sometimes, where I the words just flow from my hands and I free my mind from my physical constraints. A writer's nirvana, if you will. It's difficult to describe, but I don't plan what I'm writing. I just write. Afterward, I probably couldn't even tell you what I wrote about. It's like Dostoyevsky's epilepsy, but without the actual epilepsy portion. I guess what I'm trying to say here is BE PREPARED FOR A WALL OF TEXT.
Personally, looking back, I'm amazed at how we've come in the advancement of gay rights. Or civil rights in general. We've still got a ways to go, but it seems that with each new generation, we take another step forward in equality for everybody. Perhaps it's for the best that humans have short life spans, because as the older generation becomes more set in its ways, the new generation comes along and replaces them. Their youthful naivety is adventitious, for they are a clean slate. They are new to the ways to the world, and are given no reason to hate other than interaction with the older generation or disillusionment. They do not remember the events that happened before their time, which is, once again, arguably for the best. For with the absence of memory comes the absence of perspective. And with the absence of perspective comes the absence of bitterness and hatred. They grow up in a world that is slightly better than the one that their predecessors grew up in. It may be only slightly better, but that does not mean that the improvement is not noticeable. Idealism is what creates progress. Realism is what drives it. Find the perfect balance of the two and 'obstacles' is nothing more than a mere word. There was one, distinct generation that managed to find that balance and grasp it tightly: the generation that accomplished what seemed to be an insurmountable task; the generation that rebuilt the world after we had scorched and scarred the earth beyond all recognition. The Greatest Generation. The war left many scars, visible or otherwise. But like all scars, they left the scarred stronger. Through the war, they achieved catharsis. They saw how quickly life could be taken away from you. How short our life spans really are. The war should have left them demoralized. Instead, it gave renewed resolve. It was through their rigid work ethic that they repaired a world that was once broken. It was with their calloused hands that they recreated the shattered framework of society into something better. When the war began, they were mere boys. The combat, the bloodshed, and the destruction shaped them into men. The older generation had sent them to war and resulted in their disenfranchisement of the old ways. As luck would have it, this was the best scenario that could possibly be achieved. The generation of old was unable to impede the progress of the war-weary youth, for the youth would not allow them to influence. They shut out the voice of adversity and built themselves a new world. And I truly do believe that it is through the Greatest Generation's rejection of the old values that we have been able to achieve such rapid social progress over the past fifty years. The rebuilding of civil society bestowed upon them the gift of hindsight; it allowed them to look back and reanalyze whether or not the society of old truly was 'civil'. Perspective is a wonderful thing; it cleanses the soul and it purges the sin of apathy from us. They were able to choose how they wanted the world to be, and they chose change. They changed the world for ever, and their children, carrying on their legacy, chose the same path. The second World War had many horrors. Genocide, the slaughter of innocent civilians, and the deaths of countless children who were sent off to war to fight for something that was started by their predecessors. But from it came something beautiful. Advancement. For the first time in human history, we had made an astounding leap in the way we treated each other: like human beings. The trend has since continued, and doubtless, it will continue to roll forth with each succeeding generation. I'm proud to be a part of this trend. It's a movement that's long overdue, but I'd rather have it arrive late than never. Equality is not only our duty, but a moral imperative, and the sooner we free ourselves from prejudices and biases, the sooner we can advance society as a whole.