A very long drive towards hope. . .

There are often times I sit back and reflect upon many things in my life as I go about my daily duties. I think of those I have met and those whom I call friend, brother, sister, companion, family. I think of their struggles in life, the good days and the bad, and I often wish I could do more to ease their pain and give them comfort as well as congratulations and encouragement. These are the good people who deserve good things, and yet life has done them great harm by the hands of spiteful individuals. They are strong Sparks despite the pain, or perhaps because of it, and they stand firm in their belief that they have the right to live and be who they are. They are the ones I hold dear to me, they are the ones I lift up and give support to when they need me, and in whom I see a reflection of myself; their kindness and generosity, their strength and perseverance, their conviction and determination, and their protectiveness and compassion for others. It is they whom I embrace as friend, ally, compatriot, and family, and it is they whom I protect, the dear ones I fight for. I shall refrain from naming them, though they know themselves well enough to know precisely of whom I speak. I feel it is unnecessary to place them in the public spotlight, it is better that I simply continue to hold them in my own way and let them be, to protect their right to privacy. It is my hope that more will come to understand what compassion and understanding truly means, as those close to me do. Perhaps in time we will teach them by our example and they in turn will come to learn and realize the way things should be between sentient beings.

Until the day, til all are one.
Optimus Prime