who are you,
really?
you are not a name
or a height, or a weight
or a gender
you are not an age
and you are not where you
are from
you are your favorite books
and the songs stuck in your head
you are your thoughts
and what you eat for breakfast
on saturday mornings
you are a thousand things
but everyone chooses
to see the million things
you are not
you are not
where you are from
you are where you're going
and i'd like
to go there
too
m.k.
Oh I love this quote-poem-saying-thing!!! Who are you, really? How do we see those around us, really? Do we see them for their race, their gender, their popularity ranking, or their social groups? What if we chose to see people for their stories? What if we got to know them as a person, we felt their joys and pains, we've seen the way their eyes light up with passion? Who are their friends? Why do they eat that for breakfast on Saturday mornings? What kind of a person are they? What do they believe? What are their values? I wish we could love people enough to know them and who they are, and love them so much, that no matter who they are, that we could always be there for them and want to go with them. Because what is the point of judging someone based on what you see? Once who get to know someone, you realize that everyone has a story and everyone really is equal, because everyone has joy and pain, and everyone is human. Moral of the quote-poem-saying-thingy: get to know people's stories, because everyone has a story, and it is worth it to know it, because it is worth it to love them.
