The last few years in American history have been interesting and unsettling to watch develop and unfold. It's not uncommon for people, generally, to point to race, gender, ethnicity, financial class, desires, motivations, or country of origin as reasons for their own malfeasances or caustic personal situations. This is human nature, right, wrong, or somewhere in between. Typically, in my opinion, most people will move beyond these rash generalizations and become more rational as they calm down and think.
My opinions about our current political leadership notwithstanding, or the copious injustices perpetrated against us by those sworn to eliminate our very way of life, I call into question our own perspective of what lies within each of us and what color we are once we shed the tissue by which we judge others.
The racial divide, or at least the attempt to create a mortal chasm between us by a disgusting media and questionable political machine, is further fueled by a populace unwilling to accept an exisential truism--beneath the epidural layer, our sinewy and blood-coursing being is only separated by our height and clouded misjudgments.
Throw your religious beliefs, or lack thereof, to the side for a moment and stare inward and introspectively for a reflective amount of time, then consider this: how different are we, truly?
Today, on my birthday, I would only want folks to love each other--if only for a few seconds. Oh, and bring me presents. I like presents.
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