liveitkelsey:

I honestly can’t fathom it. For me music has always been so huge in my life. It is my motivation, my outlet, my way of connecting with God; and to think that some people go their whole lives without hearing it… wow.

What brought this on is that I am taking sign language this semester. It makes me feel so torn. I want to be able to communicate with these people that can’t hear, but at the same time my heart also hurts for them, that they do not get to experience what I do.

I find comfort in knowing that their hearing will be perfect in heaven, and honestly, I bet they will be the ones with the most beautiful voices, and the deepest appreciation for all music and sound.

Already this is such a wonderfully eye opening semester for me. It is going to be really difficult though. On my first day of classes we were not only debating capital punishment, but also questioning if the death penalty is ethical and moral. These were in 2 separate classes as well. I pray that I can be a light in these classrooms this semester, and spread even more of God’s message of love to the other students. 

Never pity anyone. Nobody wants your pity.  I really hope the “sign language” class will open your eyes up a bit. There are so many Deaf people who are happy to be the way they are and if they believe in heaven, they probably would want to be Deaf in heaven too. I don’t believe in heaven so that doesn’t apply for me but I love being Deaf and I never, never, never, not even once, have ever wished I could hear someone say “I love you” or understand music (I can hear it to a point). Not even once. My lover touching me with her hands, kissing my cheek - my lips - my eyelids, making eye contact, and signing “I love you” is such a gift. I couldn’t possibly ask for any more and I don’t want any more. Hearing it doesn’t really make it any different (also if I wore hearing aids, I would hear these words but I choose to not wear hearing aids so obviously sound isn’t all that important to me). It’s about the emotion behind the words, the connection you share with the person, not how you “receive” the words.

Fucking people and their pity.