Let's say we're sorry before it's too late,
Give forgiveness a chance
Turn the anger into water; let it slip through our hands
We all bleed red.
We all taste rain.
We all fall down, and lose our way.
We all say words that we regret.
We all cry tears
We all bleed red.
These words, written by country music artist Ronnie Dunn, left me with a lump in my throat today. I am realizing the ways in which human beings are strikingly all alike. Sure, everyone knows idioms of unity or togetherness when it comes to the human race, but in some deeper meditation, I am humbled by the fact that the components that comprise a soul are one of the only ways in which each human differs from the next.
Our souls -- our countenance; that is the thing that allows us to recognize the vastness in which we are different. The tragedy is when we recognize only the ways in which we are unique, and forget about the basic human conditions that allow us to connect in the first place: love, fear, happiness, pride, sadness, anger, desire. These things are innate and uniform in us all.
Through a series of some of the most painful events of my life, I am clinging to this truth above all others: The genesis of inner peace is forgiveness. It is impossible to ever attain or even hope for a peace within yourself, much less this universe unless you choose forgiveness--everyday. contengency has proven itself a cancer to me. A disease that settles discretely and slowly, often times going undetected untill it has rotted a part of who we are. It changes the heart, corroding the parts that were once open to love and intimacy. The art of letting go is our only chance of peace in a generation.
We are liars and cheaters. We judge others unfairly and think of ourselves as higher. We all cut down with our words and hurt the same people we would die for. The despicable state of the human condition is one of the most beautiful unifying factors I've ever encountered. Only when we accept the fact that we all posses the same wretchedness, can the richness of our character be shared.
We all bleed red.
