HURT PEOPLE HURT PEOPLE
I am one of those hurt people. I was hurt as most of us were hurt by the people who loved us the most. We do the best we can as parents. We do what we think is best for our children but we, like our parents before us are disabled by the unintentional woundings we seem to give to one another.
Look at the world we live in today. The world has always been like this. Feel this world we live in today. We are not okay. We can be better. We just have to pay attention and relearn how to care instead of suppressing our pain until we are so desensitized that we have no empathy for one another’s painful struggles. Caring is a choice and with caring comes deep pain. Feel the pain that comes from how we treat each other. How we treat our neighbors, strangers, family members and all who look and think and act differently from us. It scares us and from this fear comes separation. This is how we protect ourselves. By separating from one another. This is what is wrong with us. We are the problem.
If we can be what is wrong with the world than we can become what is right with the world. We can choose to care and face the deep sorrow and pain. We can allow ourselves to feel our own sufferings and then learn to feel for the sufferings of one another. Because whether we admit it or not-we are family.
It’s called humanity and in order to create a world like the one we live in today we must abandon our humanity, our compassion, our sensitivity. Being out of touch with our own feelings we lose touch with our sensitivity and this suppression of sensitivity is our downfall. Our fearing makes us smaller and less than we can be, less than who we truly are. I believe that we are all grieving and most of us aren’t even aware of this sorrow and what is causing it.
We are….what’s wrong with the world. When, if ever-will we become brave enough to open our hearts fully and make right this world we share?
