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.
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Monday, May 4, 2015
Monday, January 26, 2015
I Have a Nightmare
Respect. Honor.
One day, they might diminish. The world somehow dwindles the value on respect and the value on honor. The value on kindness, even. It seems that now, in the quickening pace of the changing world, people pick and choose who they will be kind to. Who they will respect. Who they will honor. Who they will protect and defend. And even what for that matter. This is a nightmare that I have.
Can you picture a world where no one respects another? Where no one truly holds to values?
Well. Picture This.
A group of high school students sitting at a lunch table. They wear expensive clothes, they have expensive things. They come from well-known families. They are popular. Across the lunchroom sits a lonely kid, no one to talk to; no one to laugh with. To the popular, he looks "socially awkward," but maybe he's just like the nerds I discussed in my last post. Maybe he just doesn't know anyone to talk to; to share his passion with, yet. But the popular kids won't talk to him. Never. This kid is too weird; too awkward.
Respect. Honor.
One day, they might diminish.
This is a nightmare that I have.
Picture This.
A woman, feeling independent, feeling liberated, and who is not about to be under the rule of "any man" turns against her husband and yells at him day in and day out. Who is the one ruling in this situation? Who is the one discriminating?
Respect. Honor.
One day, they might diminish.
This is a nightmare that I have.
Picture This.
Someone, race, ethnicity, gender, nationality aside, is pushed aside while attempting to walk into a building.
Respect. Honor.
One day, they might diminish.
This is a nightmare that I have.
Picture This.
Some discuss racial groups. Some discuss gender groups. I don't care about groups. I care about people.
But I believe in hope. Martin Luther King, Jr. Had a Dream. My nightmare doesn't have to be a nightmare. It can be a dream too. I believe in hope. I believe in the possibility of happiness, of joy, of respect, of honor, of kindness. I believe in honesty, I believe in responsibility. And I believe the world, too, can accomplish joy. Have faith, have hope.
One day, they might diminish. The world somehow dwindles the value on respect and the value on honor. The value on kindness, even. It seems that now, in the quickening pace of the changing world, people pick and choose who they will be kind to. Who they will respect. Who they will honor. Who they will protect and defend. And even what for that matter. This is a nightmare that I have.
Can you picture a world where no one respects another? Where no one truly holds to values?
Well. Picture This.
A group of high school students sitting at a lunch table. They wear expensive clothes, they have expensive things. They come from well-known families. They are popular. Across the lunchroom sits a lonely kid, no one to talk to; no one to laugh with. To the popular, he looks "socially awkward," but maybe he's just like the nerds I discussed in my last post. Maybe he just doesn't know anyone to talk to; to share his passion with, yet. But the popular kids won't talk to him. Never. This kid is too weird; too awkward.
Respect. Honor.
One day, they might diminish.
This is a nightmare that I have.
Picture This.
A woman, feeling independent, feeling liberated, and who is not about to be under the rule of "any man" turns against her husband and yells at him day in and day out. Who is the one ruling in this situation? Who is the one discriminating?
Respect. Honor.
One day, they might diminish.
This is a nightmare that I have.
Picture This.
Someone, race, ethnicity, gender, nationality aside, is pushed aside while attempting to walk into a building.
Respect. Honor.
One day, they might diminish.
This is a nightmare that I have.
Picture This.
Some discuss racial groups. Some discuss gender groups. I don't care about groups. I care about people.
But I believe in hope. Martin Luther King, Jr. Had a Dream. My nightmare doesn't have to be a nightmare. It can be a dream too. I believe in hope. I believe in the possibility of happiness, of joy, of respect, of honor, of kindness. I believe in honesty, I believe in responsibility. And I believe the world, too, can accomplish joy. Have faith, have hope.
"I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight!! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand..."
- Aragorn, Speech at the Black Gate,
Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
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