I guess what I can't understand is how quickly we forget. Yesterday I listened to three people I love and respect go full disclosure. The first, just watched her family go "Jerry Springer" after the death of her mother. The second is a widowed grandma locked in a custody battle over her young grandson with her drug addicted daughter. The third is a young man struggling with suicide, self- harm, and his sexual identity. One of them remarked, "Is there any family out there that isn't dysfunctional? Why do we spend so much time trying to act like we aren't?" Another voiced their frustration with our labels especially our Christian labels.
Why can't we remember how jacked up we really are? Why can't we remember that we are all flawed searching for answers about who we are, why we are here, and what comes next? From the Hindu, Muslim, and Atheist to the gay, straight, and bi-sexual; we are all born into circumstances for which we have no control. We all enter the world as fragile infants desperate for nurture, care, and love. From our first cry to our last breath, we are human. From Baghdad to Boston, Syria to Singapore, we are human. From joy to despair, triumph to tragedy, love to hate, we are human. I guess what I can't understand is how quickly we forget...
