By Monica C. Voskamp
Every one has a story. Every one has a struggle. Every one has a triumph.
It’s easy to isolate ourselves thinking we are unique to our struggles. Yes, you ARE the only one traveling the intricate path you do, but in the same breath, we still share universal concepts of grief, fear, triumph, hate and love. We each bleed human blood. It’s easy to blur the lines when strong emotions, when overwhelming circumstances come, when abuse happens. It’s easy to blur the lines thinking we are unique and utterly alone.
We are alone but not. We are unique but similar in how we all are unique. We are different but the same because we are each different.
What connects us is possessing the blood of humanity.
When we step away from the power of our emotions and look at the facts, it can give us liberty to view our surroundings, our community, our planet earth differently.
It’s a strange oxymoron and enlightening liberation: How so different we are yet how so much we also are the same. Perhaps this is the platform on which we humans can relate with diversity. The oxymoron of our humanity may be the launch pad to interact with universal equality.
Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤