Day 31. I’ve been at this for a month. Can’t believe it, actually. Yes, there have been days when I’ve woken up, groaned and thought: “Oh, I don’t have time to think of an idea and write a blog today.” And then, miraculously, an idea pops into my head and next thing you know, it’s done. For another day. Sometimes, several ideas pop into my head and I write notes on them (so I won’t forget) and store them away, like a squirrel saving nuts for the winter.
The bottom line is, I’m having a blast. And the month has flown by. Really.
As part of my wow-it’s-been-30-days-and-counting celebration, I decided I’d re-read all my stories. One after another, as if I was reading a book. It took quite a while. About two thirds of the way through I realized, because so many of them are about my own personal experiences and memories, likes and dislikes, I’m revealing myself to myself. I’m becoming aware of aspects of me I wasn’t all that conscious of before. It’s like looking in a mirror and seeing your soul reflected back at you. It’s interesting. Enlightening. And a bit weird.
So what have I discovered? Well, I can’t be described in just one word, I’m complex. There are a lot of layers to me; and the more you peel away, the more is revealed: I’m observant. Sensitive. Emotional. Kind. Serious. Cynical. Compassionate. Loving. Appreciative. Demanding. Giving. Creative. Tolerant. Intolerant. Introspective. Outgoing. Friendly. Bold. A loner. Inquisitive. Adventurous. Affectionate. Honest. Spiritual. Aesthetical. Independent. Liberal. Patient. Impatient. Superstitious. Open. Passionate. Loyal. Indulgent. Sincere. Judgemental. Self aware. And that’s just for starters. Just kidding!!!
All that from thirty blog posts? Well, yeah.
But my most significant discovery is this: When you look at the list of characteristics that define me, they’re pretty much the same characteristics that define each and every one of us. What makes us, ‘us’ — our own, unique beings, is the degree to which we have each of these characteristics. You may be much more emotional than I am. Maybe I’m more affectionate, more inquisitive but less sensitive. Your boss might be more outgoing. And your husband, more loving.
The possibilities are endless. But essentially we’re more alike, than not. So here’s my question:
Instead of looking for all the ways we’re not the same, instead of accentuating our differences, why can’t we focus on what we have in common? If a black man and a white man are both creative, kind, spiritual and loyal why should the colour of their skin matter? Or whether or not a woman’s wearing a burkha? Or whether I’m a Jew and you’re a Catholic? Or whether you’re rich and I’m poor? Or whether he’s gay and she’s straight? Or I’m Canadian and you’re American and they’re Middle Eastern? Or she’s religious and her neighbour’s an atheist. Or whether you lean to the left, to the right or you’re down the middle.
Everywhere you look people are filled with hatred. They’re pointing fingers. Making accusations. Why? The world is in a bigger mess than most of us can even comprehend. I’m the eternal optimist, but there is so much wrong, so much out of control, that there are days it just seems hopeless. That we’ll never fix anything. And I ask myself, “What the hell is going to happen to us?
We must stop pulling in opposite directions. We must stop blaming each other. We must stop deluding ourselves into believing that when we make it impossible for someone else to succeed, we win.
There is no room in this world for bigotry. We need each other.
Reminds me of an old, old Coca Cola commercial. Hate to tell you from how long ago. It was like an anthem. It featured people, from all over the world, all ages, all races, all shapes and sizes, singing this song:
“I’d like to build a world a home and furnish it with love. Grow apple trees and honey bees and snow white turtle doves. I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony. I’d like to hold it in my arms, and keep it company. I’d like to see the world for once all standing hand in hand. And hear them echo through the hills for peace throughout the land.
It’s the real thing what the world wants today, that’s the way it’ll stay with the real thing.
I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony. A song of peace that echoes on and never goes away. Put your hand in my hand let’s begin today, with your hand in my hand help me find a way. I’d like to see the world for once all standing hand in hand. And hear them echo through the hills for peace throughout the land. I’d like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony. A song of peace that echoes on, and never goes away.”
We sure could use some of that right now!