We
have more in common than our differences. At a time when religion,
politics, and class seem to divide us, at the core these are just
illusions based on stories we make up about our identities.
Founded
upon inculcated belief systems taught to us at an early age, human
beings grow up with a solidified sense of false self that draws a line between
your color and my color...my savior and your lost soul...my
tailored suits better than your worn out jeans.
Although
these divisions seem to run deep, they are in fact superficial
prejudices. What people really care about is being loved. Being heard.
Being safe. Having friends, family and food on the table. Whether
gathered around a clay pot in a mud hut or seated at a banquet table with crystal goblets, connection is all that matters. That is what’s really happening.
Next time you look around, try to see other other people as just like you. The clothes, the occupation, the social status are simply costumes in a fast moving, ephemeral play.
