by John Peña
I find that life is an ongoing journey of finding oneself. Especially through all the labels and barriers that capitalism and colonialism puts on us. I, like anyone else reading this exist after several centuries of displacement, and abuse. Being of Diaspora can feel like a constant struggle for safety and understanding, living within systems that literally aren’t built to nurture any of the healing we need.
So many of us feel lost because the language used to describe us, our bonds, and spirituality; were destroyed, our connections to each other and land severed. The forms of these teachings that survived are suppressed, mistreated, or appropriated for “cultural” Consumption to this day. Many generations ago we were placed into colonial boxes, where anything that wasn’t gendered or white was just “Other”. Other to varying degrees but still other nonetheless.
That “Other” was and still is beautiful and to find ourselves beautiful is a necessary act of revolution.
Every Conversation with a Diasporic sibling, is creating a new language that affirms our shared understanding or confusion at the systems that aim to keep us down. Our discourse currently wedged somewhere between ancestral knowledge and Millenial Socio cultural analysis with no direction in a world facing collapse.
Lots of us struggling to let go of the societal need for consumption and embracing a natural desire for spiritual growth and collective Liberation, while facing barriers, and crises created by western exceptionalism. We are at a powerful point in our humanity, where the deafening isolation that capitalism created is clashing with our desire for interdependence, and liberation.
I am transformed each day with the experiences and conversations I have with folks who like myself are trying to find the meaning of life in Diaspora, and how to destroy colonial structures, and the various chains that bind. Impatiently preparing, while trying to reconnect not only with each other; but ourselves. Before it’s too late.