“We humans are all the same, every last one of us.”
I see the fighting on the news screens with titles straight from Hallmark that capitalize on the suffering of the people. I see the division that it causes in countries because of the constant battle of who is better and who is worse.
When I was younger, I watched the big bad teams rise up against the main characters and attack my favorite heroes. I hated them for that. Little did I realize that on the other side, their intentions are not so vastly different from ours. They wanted to be accepted in a world that didn’t accept them. It’s possible that they just grew up differently, or maybe they’re avenging a person who was never supposed to get caught up in a conflict to begin with.
I bleed the same blood as the person next to me. I search for better, just like the hundreds of people fighting for freedom who barely get noticed or helped. There’s the same hatred in everyone’s hearts for the opposing team.
Maybe unison is so hard because at some point you’re forced to forgive the ones you want to be able to hate with every bone in your body.
“For some it’s drinking, for some it’s women, for some even religion, family.”
I’ve seen addiction to cover up the wounds of the past. It seeps into the crevices and implicates itself in those people’s lives. I’ve seen my own friends seek out male attention just to cover up what they’re not able to receive from others, even their own families. I’ve seen people try to justify heinous actions according to books that are supposed to dictate my life. I have lived and tried to protect my own family at one point too.
The search for something to weave yourself into, to give yourself some sort of meaning in a world that, to many, means nothing, makes us not so distinct. The unlike attributes in the things we focus on are what keep us apart. We’re so different from each other, but so very equal as well.
“All of us had to spend our lives drunk on something, else we’d have no cause to keep pushing on.”
The hyperfixations that last months, the fire to change something wrong. We’re not so different from each other, but really only a mentality away from connecting. If every single one of us didn’t fight for something, didn’t defend something, didn’t live for something, there would be no point to this Earth.
And that truth is what everyone is most scared of.
Without it, what would you be?
“Everyone was a slave to something.”
