It dawned on me today. Today is the first day I have really realized and thought about it. But I am sure glad that I did.
The older we get, the less our differences seem to matter. Its true.
When you're a child, differences matter almost more than life itself. If you don't play with the same toys, or watch the same videos, or know the same songs, its hard to relate. Many people tend to flock toward those that are similar to them in regards to age, interests, politics, religion, etc. This is true for children as well as for adults. But I just realized that differences don't seem as 'bad' anymore. They almost seem like a treasure. Like a breath of fresh air.
Granted, differences are the cause of many arguments and tension, but variety is also the spice of life. Once I got past my pride, and engaged in conversation with people I would normally avoid, I realized just how fun they are, and what used to come off as an annoyance I could now see as a treasure. You begin to see the unique things that individuals have to offer, you begin to appreciate their eccentric qualities and realize their worth. It is how its supposed to be.
I love the realities and revelations that come with time. Grudges, hurt feelings, and misunderstandings get peeled away, and we see the treasure of a person that we had been missing the whole time! I feel as though it is a tiny glimpse into the joy and unity we can and should have as the body.
The illustration of the human body is perfect. The hand works with the fingers to grasp things. The torso works with the hip bones to enable us to twist. And so on. That is exactly the same with the spiritual body. We are all different, but all equal.
How beautiful when we can see past differences, and instead, find joy in the things that make each other unique!
