Differences

The pleasant smell of spring flowers and drying laundry fills my nose. The neighbors next door are getting their grass cut, so the scent of the fresh cut grass only accentuates my overall pleasant mood. Last night wasn’t too bad, it was a little chilly. But when I pulled the covers over me I got too warm. So as with most things I put up with a little discomfort just to get by. I often use these pleasant days as an excuse to procrastinate, a habit that I perfected many years ago. But while my procrastination brings to me its own brand of peace; it still doesn’t eliminate the troubles I feel in my heart.
 
I wish I could be as strong as most people around me appear to be. But my fragmented mind often prevents me from being the strong man I wish I could be. But through the practice of mindfulness I’ve discovered that even the strongest person carries burdens all their own. And in these troubled times that weight often gets tougher and tougher to bear. Leaving us bitter with little mercy to give each other. We often insulting the strength of the generations that came after us.
 
But what we fail to see the things was difference between us and them. For us communications  was much simpler, but the lines between black and white were now drawn with a less merciful pen. So for one generation to insult another is a moot point. Each iterations of human existence is marked by it’s own troubles and fears. For me to place my values on another is to forget each of us has our own cross to bear. For me to assume that I know your innermost fears without knowing is an arrogant point of view. Let us all do our best to eliminate the envy and suspicion we  towards carry each other. But through compassionate listening let us all learn that our similarities are all much deeper than our differences.