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    We Are The Avalanche

    The weather is shifting. The earth is shifting beneath our feet. It’s shifting in the deserts. It’s shifting in the tropics. And it’s shifting on the mountaintops.

    #WeAretheAvalanche

    Presence and passion are always about pain. To think anything else is a naivety I almost wish I were privy to, but I wonder if the person I am could sacrifice depth for happiness. Maybe someday I’ll detach the two and be able to find happiness despite or even through my suffering. But I have not reached that point of yet. My whole being is made to endure, and for now, endure is all that I do. I endure my passion. I endure my love. I endure my devotion, empathy, compassion, excitement, anxiety, and fear. I endure everything. I am built from endurance for the sake of endurance. Presence is about pain. It is about creating, absorbing, and alleviating pain. Passion is about pain. It is about enduring pain. It is about embracing pain to pursue something. It is about enduring life to be alive.

    What drives me is what breaks me, and what breaks me is what drives me. I am fed on a cycle of fire. I am only extinguished when I cannot breathe. I sometimes think I hold onto my past so much because anger gives me power. But everything has a wicked duality to it: what emboldens me also extinguishes me, because what pours oxygen into my body is also heavy; is also unbearable. I fight for the marginalized because I understand what it’s like to have your power undermined and taken away from you. I understand what it’s like to feel you have no power at all. And I understand what it’s like to find it.

    I am political because this world is forged from broken systems upheld by the people who deal their presence like a drug. They create pain, and they foster need. They are the predators and condors, empty of true passion because they wallow in their hollow creeds, wealth, and hunger for control. Their appetites are made of ice that wishes to be warm. They are devoid of genuine passion. They do not endure. They are not alive in the way the rest of us are. Their superficial existences run on the glaciers they’re breaking, the winters they’re destroying, the world they’re wrecking. Their innards are vacant and cold, black holes with the greed and emptiness of people who have nothing to fight for but what they were already given.

    Those winters they’re destroying are getting warmer. The cold they are sucking from the earth into their fat cat bellies is being sucked from our ice caps. The weather is shifting. The earth is shifting beneath our feet. It’s shifting in the deserts. It’s shifting in the tropics. And it’s shifting on the mountaintops.

    They call us snowflakes, because they believe we are delicate. They believe we are delicate, because we are hot with empathy and compassion. They believe we are delicate, because we can be aggressive in return towards cruelty and disrespect. They believe we are delicate, because we don’t fight for ourselves only; we fight for each other. In that, then, they should be wary, because they mistake us only for snowflakes, when together, we are an avalanche. We are an avalanche of heat, and they are misfiring. With their guns, they are shaking the earth. With their rhetoric, they are shaking the mountains. Bullets do nothing against an avalanche; and they should know, being made of winter and ice. If we cannot melt their ice cold hatred, if we cannot warm their hearts, our love and our passion for the world will bury their power. And from our pouring of solidarity, a new and loving world will be born. We must work in droves. We must work for a union of justice. It will never be fair. It will never be perfect. But we must work together for a better world or this is how it will always be.

    From voting to petitions to protests to the #MeToo Revolution, we are mobilizing. Democratic women are running more now than ever. We’re making it out to elections and voting. Women all over the world are angry. People of color are angry. The LGBT+ community is angry. We should all be angry. And we should all do something about it. All the suffering we have gone through at the expense of the traditionally powerful cannot go to waste. We have power, too. We just have to use it.

    #WeAretheAvalanche, and it’s our time now.