We Are The Same

I live in a world, with so many others. Other people who are the same being I am, with the same make up as I. So many others with the exact same 60 elements that make up what I am, so many others made up of 70% water, so many others who take on the same shape I do. They all have a body, each one made up of organs, which are made up of tissue, which is made up of specialized cells… We all have the same basic structure, the same basic idea of what we are, all of us… Every last one of the 6.684 billion people on this small planet called Earth. Each one of us relies on this planet, the sun that heats it, and the moon that circles it.1

Where the difference lies cannot be in what we are, for what we are is human…. All of us are human, nothing more and nothing less. Perhaps some have flaws, such as the inability to see, to hear, to touch, to move, but we all have the ability to love… Just as we all have the ability to hate… We are divided, not by what we are, but by what we have made us. When hate is so common, and love so hard to find, what more can we do, than feel so alone on this overpopulated planet of beings of likeness? Maybe this is hard to understand, maybe I am hard to understand, or maybe I’m not so confusing… I can’t be confusing, because I, like you, are human, and made up of the same things as you, and so I am every bit as confusing as you, in theory… Right?2

Why can I not pick out the difference between us? Is it for my flaws and weaknesses or for my perfections and strengths? I said that wrong… Not my perfections, I am not perfect, as no one is… Or maybe I am… Yes, I am perfect… I am the perfect me, which means you are the perfect you, and we are the perfect we. Can you understand this? Of course you can, because I can, and we are the same… Why do you seem like you don’t follow what I say? Could my theory be wrong… are we in fact very different?3

You have the same two eyes as me, but there... there I can see a difference… Mine are but blue, and yours are hazel… Could that be the difference? Is the color of our eyes the reason we both feel love and hate? I can’t see how something so small can result in such things, but maybe if they can result in such things they really aren’t that small after all… But we still are the same, I think… We still have a nose, lips, ears, and hair… Hair… Is that the difference between us all? Yours is red, mine is blonde… Can that be the reason our thoughts and feelings are so far apart? Do you think it’s at all possible for something like the color of your hair to result in bitterness between us for such a thing so small? 4

We are but the same though…. We will always be the same beings, we cannot change that… Look there, that man is the same as me and you! He is a human, with a mind, a heart, and the power to love and to hate and he is not different either! But, he is of a darker skin color… Does that make him different? Can he feel emotions I cannot for the fact of his skin being of such color? Should I find hate within me for this man, because he is of another skin tone? But then does that not mean he can hate me? Is it really me who is different? Is it my skin that is just paler than everyone else? No I am the same, too… I still have a heart; I can feel its steady beat… The color of my skin cannot be the difference… It can’t be why we are so hateful, because not one of us has the exact same skin, and if we hated everyone with another tone of skin color, than we’d have no one left to love… On the inside we are all the same, and it is what’s on the inside that keeps us alive, the inner parts of us create our emotions and out thoughts...5

I still don’t understand… I don’t understand this emotion of love; I don’t understand this motion of hate! Why can I not make sense of this world? We are the same, and that is the bottom line, but then why are we so divided? We all rely on the same things to live, we all we created the same way, no matter what we may believe created us, we have no way to prove a theory, so it matters not who thinks what created us as long as we care the simply understanding that whatever did happen to create us created us all the same way… Diversity, pain, lies, hatred… I can’t begin to understand it, despite my desperate attempts to make sense of it all… We are not different… We are the same… We are the same...