. . . if at some point your eyes look at a video of someone getting murdered in broad daylight and your mind’s first instinct is to say but what if or but what about, I would urge you to stop, because I want you to be a person who understands that you are the only person who loves the way you do, which means that every person you see, whether in a video or in the broad daylight just outside the reach of your outstretched hand, is the only person who loves the way they do, and, honestly, if you refuse to see that, and if you choose instead to attempt to justify rather than mourn the death of someone whose love is a shiny, remarkable gem polished under the light of the same sun where you and I both stand, you are just like the millions of others who have abandoned the radical and wildly special individuality of their love to instead become people who hate other people in exactly the same way.
Devin Kelly (please read all of it here)
For some reason, that poem hit me right where I live. And will die, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteYes. No one will love as I did so many things and two of those things come to my mind with powerful understanding...and yearning.
I've gone through many emotions this past year. Disbelief, anger, fear, disgust but mostly what I feel now is sadness. Sadness at what has become of this country, what this country is doing not only to the people here but to other countries and the people in charge of the part of our government that could stop it, simply won't.
ReplyDeleteI love being reminded of the love that each of us carries innits uniqueness
ReplyDeleteWe all love and we all love differently, but that doesn't make us different, it makes us the same.
ReplyDeleteWow. That is powerful, and highlights the special uniqueness of all of us and our individuality in a time when it's so easy to profess hatred toward broad-brush groups of people.
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