Hey dreamers!\u00a0 >.< I wanted to remind you to breathe.\u00a0 2020 is coming to an end, and I know everyone is gonna be talking bout it. I’ll just go ahead and do it too though.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Here we are. Hang in there. Easier said than done. I just wanted to share a story that might give you some hope, and give you some light reading.<\/p>\n
I also have a video if that’s more your thing. \ud83d\ude09 <\/em><\/p>\n It’s about a teen LGBTQIA+ boy who struggles with the isolation this pandemic has brought on, but he reignites life through his memories. I hope it encourages you to do the same if you need to, or keep your spark lit. Thank you.<\/p>\n Dreamer<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n A\u00a0<\/span>young<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>teen, full of dreams,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>was<\/span>\u00a0tr<\/span>apped within the confines of solitude<\/span>\u00a0while writing in his journal<\/span>.\u00a0<\/span>He\u00a0<\/span>g<\/span>rasp<\/span>ed<\/span>\u00a0for fragment<\/span>s<\/span>\u00a0within the files\u00a0<\/span>of<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>memory<\/span>\u00a0for bliss and<\/span>\u00a0lost<\/span>\u00a0sisterhood. A sisterhood, not of traveling pants, but a sisterhood form<\/span>ing<\/span>\u00a0a Haus. That\u2019s right. A H<\/span>aus.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n July 28,2020<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n You see, a\u00a0<\/span><\/i>Haus is more than friends. It is a group\u00a0<\/span><\/i>compiled of soulmates who are bound to\u00a0<\/span><\/i>link back together time after time within every lifetime and alternate reality. To be in a Haus, is to\u00a0<\/span><\/i>be with a family of linked spirits.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n While together, anything is\u00a0<\/span><\/i>possible. Reality<\/span><\/i>\u00a0becomes<\/span><\/i>\u00a0parallel to clay, in which it may be molded<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/i>and manipulated with the ease of a swipe.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0Each member embodies their fantasies and walk<\/span><\/i>s flawlessly. Snatching crowns across the board,<\/span><\/i>\u00a0while<\/span><\/i>\u00a0bringing the\u00a0<\/span><\/i>ouu<\/span><\/i>-ahh sensation.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/i>N<\/span><\/i>o one is safe<\/span><\/i>\u00a0from the<\/span><\/i>\u00a0power and awe\u00a0<\/span><\/i>demonstrated and encapsulated<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/i>from a\u00a0<\/span><\/i>Haus mother\u00a0<\/span><\/i>strutting\u00a0<\/span><\/i>with her legendary children<\/span><\/i>\u00a0in formation<\/span><\/i>. This momentum even<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/i>shif<\/span><\/i>ts<\/span><\/i>\u00a0the tec<\/span><\/i>tonic plates<\/span><\/i>,\u00a0<\/span><\/i>caus<\/span><\/i>ing<\/span><\/i>\u00a0new ma<\/span><\/i>xes<\/span><\/i>\u00a0on the Richter scale.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0The<\/span><\/i>\u00a0trade winds strengthen and regulate to\u00a0<\/span><\/i>their<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/i>stride.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/i>Cities may burn<\/span><\/i>\u00a0in their path<\/span><\/i>\u00a0leaving nothing but ash<\/span><\/i>,\u00a0<\/span><\/i>soot<\/span><\/i>,<\/span><\/i>\u00a0and remnants of those who attempted to cross the\u00a0<\/span><\/i>Haus.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/i>They even<\/span><\/i>–<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n He chuckled, segueing<\/span>\u00a0into<\/span>\u00a0a<\/span>\u00a0rolling laughter<\/span>. He<\/span>\u00a0was consumed with joy upon\u00a0<\/span>reimagining his vivid d<\/span>epictions of<\/span>\u00a0previous memories.\u00a0<\/span>Life didn\u2019t have to stop just because a pandemic started.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n T<\/span>he\u00a0<\/span>pen<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>next to his open journal\u00a0<\/span>was anxiously<\/span>\u00a0calling to him, yearning to be in action again.<\/span>\u00a0He beckoned to the call and picked it up, feeling the\u00a0<\/span>cool metal against his fingers.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Chika<\/span><\/i>!<\/span><\/i>\u00a0Chicka<\/span><\/i>!<\/span><\/i>\u00a0Toying with the top,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>t<\/span>he clicking sound of the pen asserted what\u00a0<\/span>had been written in the past, and what still could be.\u00a0<\/span>Life never stopped, only his imagination had.\u00a0<\/span>Chicka<\/span><\/i>!<\/span><\/i>\u00a0The tip of the pen had\u00a0<\/span>emerged,<\/span>\u00a0and the boy\u2019s face shifted into a smile.\u00a0<\/span>He turned his body to look back at his loved, Buster.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cBuster guess what?\u201d Buster lifted his head from his paws and while turning his head slightly, perked his ears up at the boy, \u201cThere is a writer in the house again.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n For the next couple of hours, only the sound of pen<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>on paper\u00a0<\/span>could be heard<\/span>. A dreamer was in touch with th<\/span>emselves. Life continued, and he would be okay.<\/span><\/p>\n Thank you for letting me share an experience with you. I hope all is well on your end, I really do. \u2665\u00a0<\/p>\n Now for the video promised! I am excited to share a video called Life Goes On. It was directed and visualized by none other than BTS! They also do the vocals.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0( I’m not sure if that was made clear…)\u00a0<\/p>\n It is all about life in the pandemic and finding the light. Please watch with English subtitles if you need to, so you can really revel and understand the meaning.\u00a0<\/p>\n