Most of the time, we seem to get caught up in all the differences in our lives. Somehow, we are taught from  childhood, how different everyone and everything is. Strangely but truthfully,  this is the cause of all the distress that we find around us. I can’t remember of being taught or told to focus on the similarities by those around me.
All we are reminded constantly of is, how diverse and varied each and everything is. We focus on the differences in the animals. We speak about the variety of flowers, fruits, seasons and name it, we know of all the differences. We have elaborate discussions about the different languages, the difference in culture and heritages.  We also get caught up in having so much  pride in believing how different we are from others.
Yet oddly, we too teach our children the same things. We teach them how different each person is. We teach them about the different color of skin and the disparity between the different races and nations. We teach them  how different each religion is  and how ours is better than theirs!
It can go on and on, yet, when will we be able to stop for a moment and say, I am able to see the oneness in all these differences? I can truly see the same chord running through the various people of the world. We as a human race, share the same pain,  the same hope  and the  same destiny. And to be able to say that I am truly glad that we belong to the same  race – the Human Race!  And to come back to the simple reality that nothing is really different…….
I read this simple yet profound poem by Maya Angelou, where she speaks about the human family.
Maya Angelou
I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.
Some declare their lives are lived
as true profundity,
and others claim they really live
the real reality.
The variety of our skin tones
can confuse, bemuse, delight,
brown and pink and beige and purple,
tan and blue and white.
I’ve sailed upon the seven seas
and stopped in every land,
I’ve seen the wonders of the world
not yet one common man.
I know ten thousand women
called Jane and Mary Jane,
but I’ve not seen any two
who really were the same.
Mirror twins are different
although their features jibe,
and lovers think quite different thoughts
while lying side by side.
We love and lose in China,
we weep on England’s moors,
and laugh and moan in Guinea,
and thrive on Spanish shores.
We seek success in Finland,
are born and die in Maine.
In minor ways we differ,
in major we’re the same.
I note the obvious differences
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.
We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.
We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.