Why is it sometimes so difficult for humans to act in a humane and compassionate way? This week, following the shootings at the Orlando nightclub Pulse, has been a challenging one for so many people, and it has certainly made me more aware of the ways in which I am privileged — and a key way in which I am not. I am just DONE with the hate and the mockery and the lack of empathy for others — and I am so glad that so many people are standing up for love and compassion.
It has taken me a while to learn, embrace diversity, and clarify my own life philosophy, and I guarantee that I will be imperfect in practicing it — but here’s where I am now:
I don’t care what your gender identity is. I care how you treat others who identify (visibly or not) differently from you.
I don’t care what your sexual orientation is. I care how you treat others with a different orientation.
I don’t care what color your skin is. I care how you treat others with a differently colored skin.
I don’t care what God you worship or how you worship or IF you worship. I care how you treat others whose God is different from yours.
I am not perfect, and I don’t expect you to be exactly like me. I rather like that you are different, in whatever way you are different, because I can learn from you and discover a bigger, brighter world through knowing you.
I am not perfect, and I may not always be as kind as I can be. But I’m sure going to try, and if you are kind in pointing out how I could be more understanding and compassionate, I will try to do better.
I am not perfect, but if there are ways in which I am failing to be an ally to you, please let me know how I can support you better and provide a safe space for you.
I don’t care who you love. I just want you to choose love over hate, every single time.