I dream often. I dream of kindness. I dream of a world where no troll is culled for their blood color, where our people are not measured by how well we climb over one another but by how well we pull others higher, where we are united by compassion. I often hear from others that I am naïve, that what I speak of is a fool's dream, that paradise cannot be found for trollkind. But I disagree. I do not dream of paradise; I dream of cooperation, of a willingness to help, of the simple act of reaching out one's hand to another. And sometimes even when I am awake, it still feels as if I am dreaming. Those are the times when I am surrounded by my loved ones; My best friend, my partner, my mother, those who I trust implicitly and who trust me just as much in turn. I do not believe that what I see in my dreams is unattainable, because I already see it plain before me. All we need to do is reach out, again, one hand to the next. That's all it takes.
Signless... Hxw can I hxpe tx reach xut when it feels like nxbxdy wants tx reach back???
iif dreamiing iis your power what are you wiithout iit #socrates
It is my earnest belief that deep down, every troll does want to reach back. But they hold their hands away, or raise them in violence, because they are afraid. Afraid of what it will mean to join hands, afraid to make a change, afraid to hope. All I can say is that you must be brave enough to try, again and again. Love yourself and love others, and in time that love will find those who return it unto you.
They may take our freedom, they may take our neighbors, they may even take our lives, but no troll can rob another of their dreams.