We Need To Be Different

We live in a perfect world that is imperfect. Imagine if we, and everything around us, was perfect. How boring.

No fat people, no thin people. No one who is tall or short. No midgets, no giants to play basketball. No smart people or stupid people. We’d all look the same, maybe a dark tan color. We would talk the same and walk the same, like the same food. Never get angry or sad, irritable or lonely.

Nothing would ever change. The world would continue on and on and on and on…….

Think of our troubles and foibles as the perfect way life should be. Everyone with a different personality, different hopes and dreams, different skills and talents. Maybe the guy who plays the guitar and sings country-western songs cannot draw or paint or design a building. The woman with the beautiful long hair and body can create wonderful ceramic vases, but she cannot carry a tune. The teenager writes beautiful poems. The old man listens well.

Some of us have many children, some are barren and cannot conceive. Maybe we are rich and famous, maybe we beg for our food. We live in apartments, in tents and in mansions. We eat steak or canned beans. We speak different languages. We sing different songs.

In all these strange existences, we talk. We communicate. We love. We hate. We read and we listen and we are human.

It’s the only way.