Are we not just the same?

I think sometimes we forget that we are all one. We are all people, once children, with full souls. 

A pang of tears is due everytime I overthink about someone’s life. Even when tears may not be due, I can’t help but feel like they’re beautiful. A Halal cart, a bus driver, a politician. We may all be different, but we all love, right? I mean, I guess scientifically some can’t. But that doesn’t mean we all don’t have a connection. 

We were all graced with the chance of life, had childhoods, and became the societal definition of adults. Maybe some of us earlier or later than others, some of us harsher than others, but we still share our specie. 

Why, then I wonder, do we forget this?

Why do we separate families, in a country that prides itself on the American Dream. Why, why do we hinder everyone an opportunity because your ancestors rigged your place years ago? Why do we forget to love?

I hate that we call love weak. Because I think love is the strongest thing in the world. I’m too scared to love because I don’t know if I ever can be. And I’m weak. But pain, violence, bravery, we call that strong and necessary. But did we ever survive without love?

How can you claim to love thy neighbor, then terrorize their children?

I wish we all returned to our roots. I doubt human nature is rooted in violence and survival. We only persevere through those horrors because of love anyway, right?

I think we’re all just too scared to love.