I wrote this in Postcolonial Lit.
Humans are truly beautiful creatures.
Delicate yet strong, full of love and hate and fears and insecurities.
Despite all of our problems, all of our differences, all of our experiences...at the bottom of things, we are fundimantly the same. We all seek love, we all fear and cry and feel. And the true trajedy, the thing that has caused the most pain throughout all time, is that we very rarely realize our similarities until it is often too late. So we suffer through oue lives alone, convinced that no one would possiably understand how we feel, when in all reality the person sitting right next to you probably feels the same way. Why is it we are determined to hide ourselves? why has this society we have created determined that emotions are taboo, that honesty is raw and ugly, that tears are private and shameful? It is just so absure, we try to fit some mold which is impossiable for us to fit. Why can't we just say how we feel? Why can't we just do what we wish? Why can't we just be who we are? Why are we so scared? Why is it so hard to open up? Why can't we just realize that we are all beautifully, tragically, wonderfully human?
