Tell Me Why

Why can’t we as a human race communicate in a wholesome, meaningful way that makes memories, instead of something so mundane we forget about it the next day? I crave intelligent conversation, so much so I try to initiate it with strangers sometimes. I want to learn perspective, I want to learn experiences, I want to learn life lessons about why you stopped turning rocks over by the creek. Tell me why you don’t talk to your Aunt June after the divorce. Tell me why you believe we’re made of stardust and the pain of our ancestors before, and what you think about when you sit outside at 3 a.m. looking at the stars that aren’t blocked by light pollution.

Talk to me. Please.

“The trouble is if you don’t spend your life yourself, other people spend it for you.” 
― Peter Shaffer, Five Finger Exercise: A Play

I don’t want to be a waste to anyone’s time, but I certainly want to be part of the human experience that includes other people’s time. I want to be a part of something incredible that gets the whole world talking; about positivity, about love, about the humans we share this soil with that are so beautiful but we’re so closed we don’t dare open the door to look?

I pray that at least I can hold the capacity to open every door I come across not to see the grass that isn’t “greener on the other side”, no, but the people who planted the seeds there in the first place. Let me hold your hands, let me see your sight, let me know what words you speak so I can better understand your life. Your struggle can become my struggle if for a moment I can be you and you can be me and we can exist so together it is as if we are the same.

BECAUSE WE ARE.

I want to know where the polar divide came along that we are somehow different. We both bleed red blood, we break bones that aren’t invincible, we have minds that are so vast and amazing but are still of the same material. Love is a learned behavior but so is hate so how about we work on that?

Share the difference in human perspective, don’t spread ignorance through indifference. Indifference is powerful, but insight is stronger.