I dream of a world where patience and understanding prevail. Where common sense is common-place. I dream of a time when people understand that freedom isn’t free, nor does it mean your freedoms are more important than those of your fellow humans.
I dream of a time when people educate themselves on topics they know nothing or little about before spouting opinions. Opinions are welcome. Educated opinions are encouraged. I dream of a time when people can accept that there are things they do not know, things they can never know, and the wisdom to know that he who argues the loudest is not necessarily right. I dream of a time when we all know that sometimes, no one is right; just as sometimes, everyone is.
I dream of a world filed with compassion, a world where humankind is a bright spot in the universe, a beacon of light that shines from souls dedicated to leaving everyone they touch better off for the experience.
I dream of a world where we speak softly, and kindly to others. Where we help those in need, even if all we have to offer is a kind word. I read the papers and see the barrage of stories on my newsfeed every day and sometimes I wonder where humanity has gone. I know it’s out there. I know it exists – but it seems elusive, like some great, colorful rare bird, that we wait with baited breath to see.
I look for the stories that uplift the human spirit, that give testimony to the fact that we are not lost, after all. Those are the stories I look forward to hearing. Stories of people helping others. Stories of triumph over adversity. I shudder when I see so much that is greedy, self serving and malicious.
Good is not lost. We are surrounded by it every single day, but sometimes we forget to look. We see our world through eyes that are blind. We seem to be acclimated to the violence and callousness around us, so much so that nothing surprises us. We hear a horrific news story, and we aren’t even surprised. That frightens me. We should live in a world where violence frightens us. We should never let ourselves get to the point where we no longer notice, or no longer become appalled.
Sometimes we get caught up. We get caught up in our own problems, our own demons, our own minds. We forget that there are others around us. We forget that, for the most part, we have a choice. We choose how we live our life, we choose what our standards are. We choose how we treat others, how we treat ourselves, and what we show to the world.
What will we show the universe from our existence? Will it be better off, or are we slowly killing it? Will we see a time when we embrace others, knowing that giving true testimony of our nature and our belief systems lies in how we treat the people we do not agree with? Who is right? When will we realize that most of the time, that question doesn’t even matter.
A world with no hatred. A world with tolerance. A world with understanding. A world of kindness. A world where violence is abhorred instead of embraced as a welcome component of pop culture. A world where my freedom is not more important than your freedom. A world where we show compassion, and leave judgement to where it belongs. Actions speak louder than words. We have all heard this. Isn’t it about time that our actions truly show what kind of person we are? Isn’t it our actions that are supposed to tell people who we are and what we believe in?
Everyone is right. No one is right.