I don’t want to be alive in a world where our sexuality, gender, religion, race, disABILITY, is a source of division rather than curiosity and acceptance.
Where wars are never ending and threats of war constantly hang over us like the clouds in a dark sky.
I don’t want to be alive in a world where fear and uncertainty, hatred and greed, replace security, belonging, and love.
Where instead of embracing and working in harmony with the natural world, we destroy and turn against it, wondering “why?” when it turns on us too.
But I am.
I am alive in that world.
And it’s hard.
It’s hard to be alive in a world where little makes sense. Where the beauty of a sunset illuminating and colouring the landscape below it, is just as real as the blood of innocent lives tragically taken.
This world is also filled with beauty and grace. With hope and joy.
Focus on this good, they say.
But the good and the bad are equally real.
You can’t have one without the other. That’s the world we live in.
We’re alive. And we have to play our part in helping to make a difference. To being a beacon of light among an endless sea of darkness and despair.
We’re all human. We ultimately all come from the same place.
The difference is what each of us do with our humanity.