I’ve spent the day in deep thought about the tragic and terrible events in Orlando, as well as the tragic and terrible events that have sadly become an almost habitual part of our cultural experience.
All I keep coming back to is the senseless hate that continues to cycle between us all stemming from this manufactured, invisible notion of SEPARATENESS. Whether it’s motivated by race or religion or sexual orientation or gender or political differences, it saddens me that these acts of violence show no signs of the fundamental truth that we are all HUMAN. We are all souls that arrived here miraculously, souls that long to love and be loved, to belong, to have purpose.
These are the hardest days. Days where there are no answers, no reasons, no explanations for why there has to be so much suffering.
It can be natural and instinctual to feel small on these days, to feel like none of us is powerful enough to reverse or combat the hate that we see in the world.
But on days like these, the hardest days, when I feel weak and small and scared, I look around and I take notice of how many others feel so weak and small and scared, how many others are just as heart-broken as I am, in utter disbelief like I am, and I choose to believe that there is still SO much more good in this world than there is evil. In those moments, I no longer feel small, but I feel CONNECTED to our common humanity — our very UN-separateness — and that gives me an overwhelming sense of strength and power.
I don’t know what the answer is to all this senseless violence, but on these days I can only resolve to try to find my way back to this feeling of connectedness every day and to do my part to ease the invisible lines that divide us with LOVE.
Because whether it’s sexual orientation, race, religion, gender, or beliefs... we are not separate. We are all human, and I choose to believe in a future world, a better world, where we recognize each other for our shared humanity, not the hate that is caused by our artificial divisions.