“Political Correctness”
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“Political Correctness”
Political correctness is paving the road to our own destruction.
Political correctness is paving the road to our own destruction.
Do not fear loneliness. For in it, you may discover your most valuable treasures.
When bad shit explodes, it hits the fan. When good shit is supposed to cause an explosion, we flush it down the toilet. Why is that?
In your eyes, I noticed something special. I don’t know what it is. Whatever it may be, it prompted me to write you this.
When I first saw your photo, in your eyes, I noticed a reflection of innocence, peace and love. At times, I wonder if your photo was sent to me from above.
In your eyes, there is a sparkle of joy. In this world of ever-growing madness, perhaps they also hide some pain and a little bit of sadness.
In your eyes, there is no sign of tears. Besides God, is there someone in whom you confide your deepest fears? There are some who say that their eyes have gone dry because they can no longer cry. When the feeling arises, I lend them my shoulder, and I encourage them to try.
In your eyes, there is a captivating beauty and the feeling of inner peace. If nothing else, perhaps these words can simply serve as a conversation piece.
In your eyes.
If I could touch you with my words, they would push you off the cliff you so often visit. They would inspire you to spread you invisible golden wings so you can fly high into life’s sky. For you, I will continue to write until the day I die.
I need help. My moral fabric is degenerating, my broad stripes are eroding and my bright stars are losing their shine. There is still hope, but the responsibility is not mine. Please don’t give up.
Even though I refuse to admit it, I still miss you. You know it. The whole world knows it.
Why do you insist on holding on to something that makes you suffer? Let it go. It’s time. Your being deserves peace. It wants you to prosper. It urgently needs you to grow. Let it go.
Please forgive me for being absent. My mind was always preoccupied with meaningless things. I know that now, but it’s too late. I found your letter neatly folded under our wedding rings.
For as long as I can remember, I have lived a life of darkness. A life that only seemed to exist in a tunnel, which was always cold and dark. For years, I was told that the scar behind my neck was a birthmark. I now know better. It’s their brand, a manmade flesh mark.
Today, everything changed. I saw Jesus Christ, and he said, “My child, you have been ordained.” I thought I was dreaming, for in my dark tunnel, a bright star was gleaming. “How can this be?,” I asked myself. This is impossible. It was not. His voice was angelic, and definitely audible.
Had I unknowingly been seeking Jesus in my moments of sorrow and pain? I now know that it was him who stopped the bleeding when I was abandoned and left for dead in the rain. I’m not the same person. The darkness, sorrow and pain, no longer exist in my brain.
“My child, you have been ordained.” I can still hear his words. I’m not sure what this means, but I do know that I no longer find myself in darkness. I must confess, my heart tells me that my new life, begins with forgiveness.