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Why?

The hatred.


The dislike.


The judgements.


The stereotypes.


It consumes us.


Sometimes all you need is a small taste to get your eyes to glaze over. It’s almost like an addiction; willing to do or hurt anyone to get what it wants. Making you and I no better than the person who hurt us.


Darkness spewing from every pore.


The focus entranced on the flames spreading in and around you.


“I don’t feel so good.”


Why? Why do we do this to ourselves? We are literally causing our own suffering.


I judge you and you judge me…


I hate you and you hate me…


…more judgement…


…more hate…


…more anger…


…more darkness…


…rewind and replay…


…more judgement…


…more hate…


…more anger…


…more darkness…


…rewind and replay…


…more judgement…


…more hate…


Ahhhh! STOP!


Where have I seen this movie before? And didn’t everyone obliterate one another in the end, leaving the planet empty and soulless? That was such a depressing and horrific movie. Hey, let’s rewatch it!


What the fuck!!!


Until we stop judging and stereotyping one another, we will always have to experience it.


Until we stop inflicting pain on each other, we will always have to endure it.


Until we decide to stop creating fear, we will always have to feel it.


Until we stop hating each other, there will always be hatred in the world.


Until we decide to not tear each other apart, there will always be someone inflicting pain, creating fear, and continuing the cycle of hatred.


If I suffer than so must you and the cycle continues.


Why must we keep spinning in this direction? Have you ever asked yourself that?


Why?


Why did I do that? Why did I think that? Why did I respond that way? Why did I judge that person?


Some may want to blame technology but judging people without really knowing them has been going on since the beginning of time. It’s almost like its human nature to judge. But does it have to be?


I have done my fair share of this, so by no means am I standing on the outside pointing the finger. This is an ongoing personal battle for me as well. I am right there with everyone else. But I am tired of being this person. I am disgusted with the reflection in the mirror. Aren’t you? You see someone, they have a certain skin color, or wear certain clothes, they work here or there, their hair is this way or that, or they have this or that, their loud, their quiet, their short, their tall, their skinny, their overweight, they swear, they don’t swear, they like this party or that party, they pray to this God or Goddess, they don’t pray at all, they made this mistake or that, they live this way or that way. Oh, the list goes on and on and on to what we can make judgements about.


When talking, years back, about wanting to get a sleeve tattooed on my arm, I was told by a close friend that they couldn’t see me actually doing that. “Why not I asked?” “Well, usually females who get sleeve tattoos wear dramatic makeup, and you wear your makeup very natural.” That statement always stuck with me. I didn’t understand the logic. I was put into a box or in other words a stereotype. That stereotype, I know, is small on the scale of stereotypes. But no matter the size, how can we tackle the large when we can not even do away with the minor stereotypes?


Think about the stereotypes we put on each other daily, and now think about what has come out of those stereotypes? Was it good or was it bad? Am I just encouraging more hatred? Did I actually know that person, or have I just judged someone by their cover? Have you ever been judged by your cover? How did that make you feel?


Recently, I was trying to help someone out. But when I spoke to them, they looked past me like I was not even there. They never spoke a word. Not a “thank you” or even a “I’ve got it handled”. I felt angry from that interaction. “Screw helping people!”, is what it initially made me feel. I had never met this person before. Did I offend them in some way, or did they judge me by my cover? I have no idea, but what I do know is that my anger was turning into a judgement, that will not fix the situation but instead just create more hatred.


So why do we keep doing this? Why can’t we give each other a chance? At least have a conversation before we write each other off.


I’m different from you and you are different from me. And maybe it’s those differences that help create a new idea. A different world, quite possibly a better world.


A piano has a beautiful sound, but an orchestra of many different instruments working together, creates a sound and an experience like no other.


I don’t care from what part of the world you are from. We all feel pain. We all bleed the same. We all unfortunately know suffering in one way or another. We are all human. We all have a story that has lead us to this point in our lives. And if we want a more peaceful, non-judgmental, and friendlier world, well….”mirror, mirror on the wall…”. It starts with me. How can I be less judgmental? How can I be kinder and more understanding? How can I stop my part of this cycle?


…more reflecting…


…more listening…


…more understanding…


…more love…


…rewind and replay.

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