Let’s talk for a second about differences in people.
NOW, DON’T STOP READING YET! I’m not going off on some race/LBGTQ-ABCD…/agism/ChristIslamBudhaConfucHindu/haves vs have nots rant.
Here’s the reality: The fact that, as humans, we’ve spent tens of thousands of years looking for ways in which we differ from others shouldn’t be surprising. Let’s be honest; in caveman (or, is it now, caveperson?) days, our ability to see and understand that tigers were different from Ug, our cave-kin, kept us alive. As we evolved, our ability to see that someone was from a different tribe may have kept us safe.
At the same time, I’ve long wondered how often one of our skin-clad ancestors saw a smiling stranger offering a flame and bopped the stranger on the head with a club. Later, when Ug and his cavepeeps were examining the body, Ug said, “Dang, what that hot stuff? How he do that?”
A missed opportunity due to making an assumption?
Let me stumble to my point; we are much more alike than we are different. This morning that thought jumped off the page I was reading, bopping me in the head like Ug’s club.
Here it is: “A bird sitting in a tree is never afraid of the branch breaking, because it’s trust is not in the branch, but in its own wings. Always believe in yourself.”
The differences among us are all surface issues; the similarities go heart-deep. We all have the power to make choices. Too often, the choices—based on perceived differences—force us apart. Don’t worry about the branch breaking, think more about the power of your wings.