When You Kill In The Name Of Love

I know I’m one of many deeply saddened over the news that another member of the LGBT community was allegedly killed over sexuality. People being killed over love may be the gravest offense on the scale of humanity.

By nature, I am a rather mediated person. I can see and understand both sides of a given situation even if I resonate with one side more than the other. In this case, I understand that everyone has the right to have individual opinions and to believe things vehemently, even if they stand alone on those beliefs. But a principle of being a good human is that you cannot harm others on the basis of your individual opinion.

Life is all a matter of perspective, and really, lines are constantly blurred and we live in abyss of grey. But if there’s anything that’s not blurred nor grey, it’s love. It is our driving force, the topic of which so many people are compelled and perplexed and reach for and are destroyed by because of how powerful it is. It’s the most beautiful thing we have, and to be killed over it, descriminated for choosing to live your truth and be who you are? It’s the epitome if injustice. You are always entitled to your opinion. You are never entitled to hurt someone in the name of that opinion.

I’ve heard people say that even if people feel that they are homosexual, that they should choose the righteous way and not act on these Satanic compulsions. Satanic compulsions, you say? If that’s what you call loving someone, what do you call killing? The only choice is whether or not you will be who you are and love who you love. I suggest that the people who feel compelled to kill others start choosing love as well.  Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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