Ode to race.

Isn't it amazing how much the colour of our skin can matter?

I mean, when i say that, your probably thinking about racism. But what about the crippling pride that goes with having a certain race.

In one way, you'd think you should be proud of your skin colour, and inrich yours and others lives with the culture and history of it. But pride leads to arrogance. And arrogance leads to hate. And hate leads to war.

I am a pacifist by the way.

So on the other hand you'd think everyone should just be the same. Be 100% impervious to the colour of eachothers skin. But, do we really all want to be EXACLTY the same? I mean,isn't that kind of boring?

Do you ever have it when your trying to explain a certain person to someone, and your trying to find all the details to explain them without using their weight or their sexual preference or their race becasue, i mean, why can't we just see a gay guy, or a overweight woman, or a black boy as the exact same as us?

But then it's back to the boring thing. I guess variety is the spice of life right? Humans just take that to the extreme i find.

Why do these problems of life not just have one simple answer?

There has to be some kind of peaceful balance inbetween these two extremes.

But what is it?

LOVE,

jenessa♥