How We Make Peace

Acceptance. Tolerance. Peace.

Three things that come immediately to my mind when I think about moral principles that everyone should live their lives by. Of course, there are thousands more, but what purpose does listing principle after principle have if we don’t fully understand the scope that even one of those has on the world. In this case, I wanted to focus on just these three.

Acceptance and tolerance. Things that seem like they would go hand in hand. Now, don’t get me wrong, they obviously do, but what’s more important is how they are completely different from each other. Each one having it’s own realm to conquer, only to later lead to the ever broadening and inspirational idea of peace. The reason that I’m writing this is because of the ever increasing number of hate crimes against people of different races, religions, sexualities, genders, and over all beliefs. Within the past week, I was horrified to see news of beheadings of Christians in Egypt, shootings of jews in Copenhagen, decimation of jewish cemeteries, stabbing of a transgender young adult, and airstrikes of muslim homes and cities in the Middle East and Northern Africa. It’s actually quite interesting to point out that, these horrible and unbelievable crimes against humanity, are reported in the news as any other occurrence. In the simplest of words, we have become so adapted and used to the frequency of crimes fueled by intolerance and hate, that we see it as “regular” news.

Tolerance. Defined loosely as the willingness to accept feelings, habits, or beliefs that are different from your own. Something that seems so simple, and “natural” to me, is something completely unthought of in other parts of the world. Ideologies of organizations and entire groups of people around the world are based on principles that completely go against this “natural” phenomena. Maybe it’s because I’m gay, and I surround myself with very open minded and liberal people, but I find the fact that so many people around the world don’t want to embrace this absolutely disgusting. Tolerance does not mean acceptance. The world would be every single shade of peaceful and happy if everyone accepted each other for who they are. But that is realistically impossible, and will never happen. What can happen, is if everyone in the world was tolerant of each other. I would love everyone to accept me for who I am, but that isn’t going to happen. I do, however, ask that people don’t treat me differently, don’t view me as a different person, and don’t judge me on how I live my life. That, is tolerance. Acceptance would be supporting me along my life, and hoping that I feel more and more comfortable being who I am in the world.

Religion plays a key role in how people shape their lives and personalities. I have never felt comfortable in Church, mostly because of it’s closed views on the world, and (let’s be honest) mostly discriminatory policies against gay people. On the other hand, if I wasn’t strong enough mentally to make my own views on the world, I would look towards the church to teach me what views (they think) I should have. And this is what happens to most people around the world. So that is where the problems start. As a human develops from a child to an adult, they will look to three places to teach them how to live their lives: their parents, their school, and their spiritual and religious guides. It’s how children are raised from a young age that justify how they will live their lives in the future. So what is the solution here.

Stop religiously justified teaching of intolerance. Almost all world religions teach of some higher power teaching the world to love all people. There shouldn’t be any analysis behind that statement. Love all people. This does not mean love all people except the gays, muslims, transgenders, and white people. This means love all people. Obviously if all people would start to follow this principle, we would honestly reach world peace. But that isn’t going to happen.

The last point that needs to be made is that “love all people” does not necessarily mean “accept all people”. I would love to think that it does, but it doesn’t. This statement purely means “be tolerant of people around you”. Don’t hate people for their choice to be happy.

I urge everyone to accept people for who they are. Accept their choice to live their life in a way where they will be happy with it. But if that’s not possible for you, at least be tolerant of them. And only then, will we reach peace.

Never Felt So Good

Until this point in my life, I was never 100% honest with anyone around me. Neither my family nor my close friends really knew the truth about who I was and how I feel about things. To put an end to this vague introduction, I just told a handful of my friends that I’m gay. And I wasn’t surprised to see that all that I heard back from them is positive support, reinforcement, and a general closeness to them.

If you’re reading up until this point, it’s not hard to tell that that last sentence in the previous paragraph made absolutely no sense. Bad grammar and diction is not even the half of it. But I think what’s interesting to point out is that me coming out to my friends doesn’t make sense either. Hear me out. As much as I would love to continue to believe that we live in a society where the LGBT community no longer is persecuted, discriminated against, and generally uncomfortable with their position and role in society, that still remains to be true. What doesn’t make sense is that being a gay guy, I still have to announce to my friends that I’m gay, because I’ve spent the last 17 years of my life hiding from them who I really was. As much as I will probably only experience positive views on my coming out, it still kills me to think that I, and millions of other teens, had to deal with years and years of feeling like they weren’t going to be accepted. There is a reason why Harvey Fierstein once said:

Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life, but define yourself.

And that’s because no one should ever have to spend such a large part of their life in silence.

In a perfect world, something like telling people that you’re gay wouldn’t be a big deal, and it would be an everyday occurrence. But in the real world, in what we experience every day, it is a big deal. Heck, I’m making an entire blog post dedicated to it. Because to me, it is a big deal. I didn’t nor will I ever get to grow up in this utopian society where it would be something completely normal. I spent all of this time, 17 years to be exact, to finally embrace the meaning of this quote into my life, and finally accomplishing that, I’m happier than I ever was in life.

I still haven’t come out to my parents. Like most people probably know, growing up in a very conservative Catholic family means that being different really isn’t an option. And as sad and horrible that I feel saying this, I really won’t be able to tell them the truth until they will be able to handle it. When? And I know it sounds weird to give it a specific time, but the right time is when I graduate college. In the present, I’m still a young guy, and I’m incredibly dependent on my parents to raise me, put me through college, and be there for when I need them. Loosing them at a time like this really isn’t an option. When I have finally moved into being a self sufficient adult, is when I can tell my family who I really am. Because at that point, they can either support me, or disown me. And I won’t be hurt if they choose the lather. If they choose to leave my side, tears will not be shed, hearts will not be broken. Only the feeling of an absence will haunt not my life, but theirs. Because it’s not my job to accept their definition of how I should lead my life, it’s my duty to find my own. Thanks Harvey.

Change To Come!

Hey guys.

i know that not many of you actually follow or read any of the posts on my blog. It’s just me, talking about what comes through my head, so who really cares? Well, not really anyone.


But I’m just writing to let everyone know, be it if you follow this blog or somehow got here from Google, that everything will change. I wanted to bring different content. I recently have gotten a passion for writing; short stories, small series, even fan fictions. And I wanted to share them with the only thing that will care: the internet. 


So welcome to the new StickNoteWriting. Still random writing, but more so large notepads than sticky notes. Thank you all who have supported me so far, I’ve gotten some really nice emails from other bloggers, who encouraged me to do what I really wanted to do with this blog. Stay tuned guys, it’s coming.



A Point Invisible to Us

I haven’t been posting a lot of things on my blog lately. Heck, it’s being almost a month since I posted anything. And although most of you didn’t even notice, I had a ver specific reason for why I didn’t post anything. Why, you may be asking. Well, the plain and simple answer, is that I didn’t have anything to post. What’s the point of me sitting in front of my computer, and thinking about things to post, so that people will listen to me. The point of a blog, is to get your ideas spread across the world, so that everybody can listen and read what you put your own heart and mind into creating. Sitting there, and trying to think of things, specifically just to be posted on a blog, ruins the whole idea of a blog.
So that, my friends, is why I haven’t been posting anything. Nothing going on, no opinions, no ideas, nothing. Yet after quite a long time, I realized, that regular things in life, don’t have deep analitical meanings to them. Basically summing up everything I wanted to say, is for people everywhere to realize, that some things in life have a deeper meaning to them, and others, most, of them, just happen, and we have no control over them.