Ingredients for a Human:
1 Heart full of excess love to share
1 Brain to think and create and wonder
2 Eyes to view beauty
1 Nose to smell the enticing earth
2 Lips with which one explores
2 Ears which hear the symphonies of day and night
2 Arms and 2 hands in order to embrace
2 Legs and 2 feet in order to connect with the earth
Every person on this planet is composed of the same raw material. We are all in this together. Why do we find it necessary to be prejudiced—to hate and ridicule one another? Is there really such a thing as an ideal person? It seems that we are all trying to be like the other.
White people tan so their skin will be darker. Black people bleach their skin to appear whiter. Tall people slouch so as to appear shorter. Short people wear high heels so as to appear taller. Colored contacts. Hair dye. Breast enhancements. Breast reductions.
The lists are quite extensive. Why can we not be satisfied with what has been given to us? Why can we not accept what has been given to others?
What happened to the love that was demonstrated at Woodstock? What happened to embracing those around us—regardless of their nationality, creed, or persona? The world is full of angry people pointing fingers and stabbing colleagues in the back. Would it be so difficult to set our selfish motives aside for once? Even for a day?
What would happen if for one day the entire nation “loved their neighbor”? Lives would be changed. Hope and inspiration would flourish. The results would be overwhelming. Perhaps one kind word would prevent someone from committing suicide. Perhaps two dollars given to a homeless person would give him enough money to wash his clothes. A day spent clearing wreckage from Katrina might uncover someone’s lost treasure. Saying hello to that person you usually ignore on your morning commute might change their outlook on their day.
As individuals and as a nation we have become selfishly absorbed in our worlds. Let’s start a better future. Today. Right now. Do something for someone you DON’T love. Someone you DON’T know. Even the smallest act of kindness means something. After all, it’s the little things that are done in love that mean the most.
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