We all look up at the same moon.
We all look up and see the same moon.
From New Zealand to Maine; London to China; North Pole to South Pole, your location in the world doesn't matter. From the richest to the poorest; tallest to the smallest; black or white; brown or tan; it shines on all. Married or single; gay or straight; transgendered or gender neutral; man or woman; old or young, all see the same moon. It shines on every church, temple or mosque; pagan circle or chapel; basilica or cathedral.
The Moon is one thing we have that is pure. It is one thing we all look up and see. It doesn't require blind faith, money, particular beliefs or power to experience it. It simply requires you to open your eyes and look up. As I sat there I began to wonder how many souls across the planet were doing the exact same thing and instead of making me feel small, it made me feel connected to everyone. Whole.
The moon is something every single soul on this planet has in common.
Common ground in a world torn apart by its diversity.
So many tragedies all over this planet. So many people hurting, dying and lost. So many who look out to a world filled with billions of people, yet feel so crushingly alone. It makes me crazy to stand on a crowded street filled with people who never look up. I watch the news every night and see our world being torn apart. Greed, murder, poverty, rape, disease, abuse, war, and the power struggles of nations, all contributing to the fall of everything precious on this planet. It breaks my heart and fires up my spirit at the same time. It doesn't have to be like this. Of course there will always be bad, there will always be evil and there will always be people so hell bent on power they do not care who they hurt. But it doesn't have to end there.
If people as a whole would stop trying to remake the world to match their own image and instead allow others to be as they are - just imagine. We do not have to walk like, talk like, think like or be a mirror image of anyone BUT ourselves and the world needs to learn to accept that - from everyone! Seriously. I look at those who condemn others, who bully people to death, who discard entire groups of people; all because they are not exactly like them. Really?! I want to look these people square in the eye and tell them to get over themselves.
“I’m going to prove to you how wrong you are.”
Therein lies the problem. Neither one of us was wrong. We were both right – for ourselves. However, he felt the overwhelming need to prove me wrong and the diatribe that followed hit point after point, which in his mind, won the fight. Problem was, I wasn't fighting. I wasn't even arguing. Because, I didn't have to. I had no inclination to change his mind. Wasn't my place. He was free to believe whatever and however he wanted to. When I pointed this out to him, he suddenly became silent.
Truth is relative. Feelings aren't right or wrong, they just are.
Imagine a world filled with people who collectively raised their voices against the atrocities that occur. A world where people felt connected to any and all who were different than they. A world where differences are celebrated instead of argued. A world where people honored their beliefs and allowed others to honor their own as well.
A world that realizes we really aren't all that different from one another.
Give people the freedom to be as they are and demand that same freedom for yourself. Release the need to prove them wrong. Live and let live. Unite in the differences and celebrate your humanness. We all deserve to be on this planet we call home. We all belong here.
We all look up at the same moon.