It’s All An Illusion
I’m so over it.
That is all they are, really.
They are just words. Not who we are.
When it comes down to it, we are just a bunch of elements swirling around together to form these vessels our souls occupy.
Oxygen, carbon, hydrogen.
We hear the words, read the words in the media.
I want to shout it from the rooftops!
IT’S ALL AN ILLUSION.
An illusion of words used to put people into groups other than the elements they are, the energy they are.
These words that are used to separate.
To create sides.
To divide us.
The shooter had ISIS tendencies.
The victims were gay.
Words to fuel the fire of how we are different instead of similar.
What if the media reported it differently?
What if instead they said, “A person came in a bar and killed fifty people.”
If we couldn’t put the blame on someone’s color, on someone’s religious beliefs, on someone’s sexual preference? If we couldn’t put the blame for fifty people dying on how we are different, how could we explain it?
What do you see in someone you don’t know? Do you see the similarities or the differences?
Do you see them through the eyes of someone who loves them?
Would you feel the difference?
We can choose to separate ourselves.
We can believe the illusion.
Or we can believe what is real.
We are all the same.
We are all one.