STRANDED...
I have so much to share.
Everyone does.
I long to dig deep and deeper still to pull up and produce that which is ultimately the inexpressible, yet inextinguishable within. Honestly, there are thoughts even some of the most talented of writers put down on paper that people cannot truly and fully understand. And the fault is not with the reader; nor is it with the writer. It subsists in the concepts, the feelings, the sensations, the ideas, the considerations, the meditations and thoughts that seemingly unfortunately belong only within the depths of the heart of the person holding onto them and yearning to let others enjoy them as well. I pray that one day, hopefully sooner than later, you all will be able to clearly hear the melody of my heart. Trust me--as I know this about yours also--it is a gloriously beautiful sound. Let us listen earnestly and passionately and lovingly as to shake and break open the wide and powerful foundation we haven't cracked yet: Unity.
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I was going to stop there and leave it at that, but I believe that some reading this will look at that word, then think of the world and its race's state, and pass Unity over like a fairytale in some far-off unreachable land, thus the mere thought signifying my point about our failure--or, rather, lack of effort--in attaining true unity. Is it not conceivable to accept that the very person whom you dislike or disagree with begets the same or similar nuances of disdain and coarseness that you put forth and think right and even respectable when talking or interacting with him or her? Therefore, if reason is to be used correctly, you and he or she are very much alike and on the same plain without realization of correspondence. Assuredly, once your likeness is realized, IF it's realized, you can shake hands and hug and love one another as two instruments finally playing the same verse rather than different parts of the one song you both were desperately trying to figure out on your own.
I really don't want to sound fanciful in my thinking or writing, for I believe false hope, even though titled as 'hope', is pathetic and dangerous and obviously misleading. I want to attempt to portray some of my heart's tune, some of my true beliefs that prayerfully one or some of you can latch onto, and ride out the rest of this gorgeous and crazy journey with them attached to your soul and subsequently your words and actions.
Maybe the road looks bleak right now, its terrain treacherous and indefinite. Maybe you know that strolling down anything better than what you're walking on right now simply is idealism, and glaringly out of reach, like the distant view of and feelings instilled by the beauty and appeal of the skyscrapers and rest of the city when sitting in the gutter of a ghetto. Maybe you know, without an inkling of doubt, that with more people by your side, carrying your baggage, supplying your food and water, encouraging and uplifting and reinforcing you step by step, the inaccessible road may, brick by brick, open up.
The restrictions that keep us from growth, from success, from progress, from understanding; that bind us, hold us back, wound us; that create strife, inconsistency, heartache; that take captive our minds, relationships, sense of freedom-- those restrictions have been constructed by our own hands... the hands we use to point at whom we hold responsible for the indecent conduct the "guilty" party calls their attempt at goodness. We're running out of fingers to point. Through that doorway, we'll soon all be isolated, wandering foreigners obligated to be around and work with each other, estranging one another by mere glances and consequently accomplishing nothing but decent pay checks and empty households. Where is the strength so many claim to have that can admit failure but not defeat, extending a hand out not in accusation but in repentance and vulnerability and an honest hope for acceptance and forgiveness? And standing across from him or her, where is the humility that can refuse to puff out the chest and exude superiority when one screws up, not smiling with spiteful laughter in the face of the meek acquaintance, but rather smiling with gratefulness, admiration, and a 'been-there-done-that kind' of understanding?
Seeing the person next to you, even him or her whom you dislike or may even think you feel hatred for (which is generated by ignorance and misunderstanding)-- seeing him or her as a sheer human being, as an absolutely beautiful creation who came from the womb as you did and breathes the same air as you breathe and bleeds red just like you do and who might think very differently than you do but who thinks nonetheless-- seeing him or her as that creature who responds and interacts and moves and blinks and eats and walks and sleeps and awakes in an extremely similar fashion to you-- seeing him or her as a PERSON who laughs and weeps and feels and fears and loves-- this sight captured by your mind's eye is the beginning of unity.
When you begin thinking of the other person(s) in the bright, positive light like the aforementioned, you will have chosen, even if briefly, to cease your thoughts of yourself. Unity is sacrifice. It is selflessness. Unity begins within like a rumbling underneath the crust of the earth before a volcano becomes active, trickles out first through your words like water seeping through cracks in a wall, spreads to your actions like gangrene, and gently touches somebody else even if he or she is not expecting it like an abrupt gust of wind on a 100 degree day. Unity is attainable. It truly is, just as it is possible for 200 people with their respective instruments to gather together, form an orchestra, and create the sound of beauty and perfection this side of Heaven. We can produce that sound; we seriously can write and play that song. We just have to keep listening to each other to get in tune, keep on the right page and with the tempo, and keep our eyes on the Maestro.
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Wow-- a lot longer than I thought it'd be. I applaud you if you made it here. :)
Take care now, bye bye then!
~Nics