Does it really matter whether our differences make us varied members of the same family or citizens of separate countries entirely? At the bottom of it all, we remain genetically bound to each other as disparate parts of the same species. What we choose to do with and in response to that simple truth is what really defines us as individuals and as parts of the human family, not how different we are from one another.
Working for respect, kindness and peace toward and among all the people whose paths cross mine in life seem to me like perfectly viable ways to respond. That’s the choice I’m going with, and I hope that it will be seen as defining my true colors always.
Our differences may be subtle or they may be tremendous, but they’re still contained in remarkably similar packages.
It’s a gift and a privilege to see the beauty in those of a different stripe than ourselves.
What, are you really so concerned about the cut of my hair or the color of my hide?
I should always try to get a leg up on what challenges my expectations, whether it’s my nearest neighbor or someone from worlds away.
After all, some of my best friends are zorses….
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I agree! And I love those Zebra shots, especially the hide one. 😀
What a great way to get the message across, just beautiful.
Thank you, my friend. I hope it’s not too silly if I say the topic’s quite a hobby-horse of mine! 😉
Love it 🙂 🙂
So happy you approve! 😀
A perfect blend of words and photos!
I’m glad you think so–I had a hard time deciding if I’d strained the metaphor too much, but then I always opt for the extreme. As you might have noticed!!