The War Rages On

This is a story of oppression. A story that most, wise as they might be, would and will choose to ignore.
The oppressed, even though they are frowned upon as an utter waste of societal space, have always been the people to rise up and bring about revolutionary change in the world. They are the bourgeoisie and they were rejected by the "normals." In that haunting time, all of them were forgotten, dismissed as failures, and strangers to the world. But, there was hope and hope is all that was needed. They rose up through the ashes of their forefathers as a phoenix with new breath. These people exceeded the expectations of the norm. They fought onward through the joys and hardships for without pain, how could they feel joy? (That is an argument not worth pursuing, but to simplify the thought, the burning a tiny figurine has no effect on one's love for chocolate.) They rose above the people who were once above them; pushing further and further until they were no longer the oppressed but the oppressors. The story told in this short paragraph may seem vague, but to the oppressed it is all too real. It applies to people the world over. All rejected people, whether it be gay people, ethnic people, or cancer patients, have felt the oppression crushing them. However, they continue to hope that one day, the "normal situation" (What is normal if everybody is different?) will change and there will be no more hate or denial or rejection, but love and acceptance. One day, this hope will prove successful in winning the war. The war that all people fight everyday.