Since the beginning of time, there has been mystery revolving around why we began and how. Many turn to God, others to science. Some believe that maybe there wasn’t a why. We just are. No matter the reason, we have many questions. Does one grow into adulthood having followed the breadcrumbs scattered by their ancestors? Is the environment in which we mature a major factor in our development? Why are we all so different?
Humans exist in many parts of the world, puzzle pieces that do not fit together. We are born into feast or famine; into lands long coveted and violence in the name of greed and power. People are different colors, speak different languages, live in cultures misunderstood by others. I wonder why.
Why is it so difficult for us to communicate? This is surely not due to our conflicting languages. Humans are selfish by nature, and though we may fool our parents, we never learn to share. Sadly, tragedies bring us together above all else. We realize we are not so different. We are all human. A devastating storm provokes the empathy inside ourselves we thought was depleted. We create a ripple. It seems we are not here solely to serve ourselves, but to learn how to love one another. With eyes open, we spread our arms and step closer to peace.
–SJB