“Refugee,” “homeless,” “losers,” “failures,” “bum,” “hippie,” “addict,” “retard,” “weird”…These are all terms that refer to one thing – a human being – but they are used to separate us from each other. If we saw everyone has a human being, then we wouldn’t be so quick to turn a blind eye to the suffering. #NoMoreLabels #WeAreAllHuman
I sat in the stillness, wondering what it’s all about, he tells me this is no match for paradise. I wonder still this morning, what exactly that means, I have no way of knowing.
In dreams there is constant battle, my person attacked … or another. I must run like the wind, or stay to defend that other. The choice isn’t a hard one, for I would never wish for them what I wouldn’t want for me.
There are flickers, like flame, that show goodness and care. Sometimes these images are bright … and at times the flame goes out. Sometimes the flame seems to struggle to remain lit, I cup it with my hand and gently walk with it.
I’m a nourisher of this flame, this light called peace. I’m not the only one, for you are too, you see? If you were not here, then it would not be, but you are … we are family.
Time has given us one thing for certain, and that is carefully orchestrated separation. Many will say peace can never be, but this is something that’s been taught.
The system we dwell in has planned very carefully, and has become very good, at manufacturing distress and solitude among the people. With the assistance of alcohol and pharmaceuticals it is even easier to get people to bend to their will, to harm each other and themselves, rather than connect in brotherhood, sisterhood, with common goals of the better good for humanity.
If anyone cares to really observe the situation of the world, they can see it, it is plain, these tactics are not even hidden. So blatant are they, people are blinded, it has become custom, normal.
The best place to hide something is in plain sight. Put it there and tell everyone it is not … most will believe the lie. We’ve been told this too, it is no secret.
One of the surest ways to break this connection is to stop turning the television on, stop reading the news … look into the eyes of people you meet and really see them, if only for a short moment. These bits of true connection will do wonders for breaking the spell.
May clear understanding be yours, it will be frightening at first, heartbreaking, infuriating, and may make you feel as if there is no hope, that it is too late … but it isn’t too late, and there is always hope … find it. There are many who wait for you …
The neglect changes you.
The abuse hardens you.
The suffering breaks you.
The ignorance angers you.
The indifference disturbs you.
The injustice destroys you.
On a daily basis…your faith will be tested.
Your heart will be wounded….
Your soul will be altered.
On a weekly basis…you’ll question yourself.
You’ll question your strength.
You’ll question the world.
On a monthly basis…you’ll fall down.
You’ll get up.
You’ll go on…
On a yearly basis…you’ll look back…
You’ll see faces…
You couldn’t save them.
You’ll learn to mourn.
You’ll learn to trust a little less.
To do a little more.
To fight a little harder.
You’ll learn to try.
You’ll learn to fail.
You’ll learn when to hold on.
When to give up.
When to let go.
You’ll learn who you are.
What you stand for.
Why that matters.
Then… at times… you’ll forget why you matter.
You’ll question what you’re doing.
You’ll wonder if it’s worth it.
But…here’s the good news…
When you forget…
When you question…
When you wonder…
All you have to do…
Is take a look around…
And you’ll see them.
You’ll see their faces.
You’ll see their smiles.
You’ll feel their love.
In their eyes, you’ll see their journeys…
You’ll remember their beginnings…You’ll know how far they’ve come…
You’ll remember when they didn’t know you…
When they didn’t trust you…When they’d given up.
You’ll remember how you healed them…
How you loved them…How they loved you, too.
And as you look back…
You’ll want to move forward…
For them… and because of them.
In your darkest hours, you’ll look around…To find the differences made…the hope given…and the lives saved…
Because you existed.
In those moments, when you look into their eyes…every doubt will be erased.
Every question will be answered.
Every worry will subside.
Because in that instant…in each of your hearts…
You both share the very same thought:
“Every bit of pain was worth it…for this moment here with you.”
And honestly…no matter what else happens…
Those moments hold all the strength you need…
To keep going.
Rescue is pain.
Rescue is joy.
Rescue is worth it…because they are worth it.
And that’s the honest truth.
When the forest is no longer able to feed itself the whole body of it dies. Yet under the surface, there is still a beautiful network, working, and waiting for ideal conditions to return.
As the people have more and more taken from them while less and less is supplied in reward for their hard work, there is a shrinking, a holding tight to that which remains, a shriveling of the connection, of the spirit.
It is difficult to consider expanding and opening, to sharing that which is held so tightly. Only in doing so, however … only in feeding the forest with what remains … will new life be breathed into this network.
ALL people play an integral role in the rebuilding of a world that nourishes everyone, whatever role they fill is crucial to the whole. ‘Parts’ of the forest cannot be eliminated while expecting the remainder to thrive, it simply will not work.
“Some day you’ll understand.”
I would hate to think this life was wasted, and not used for the progression of that which is good for the world