All the same inside

Funny, how we are all the same inside.

I could be male and you female or we could be of the same gender.

You could be an extrovert and I an introvert, according to Myers-Briggs at least.

To the world, I could be sullen and you cheerful.

We could be miles apart or right beside each other.

We could be of the same race or you could be black and I white, or you white and I yellow.

We could go to the same school and work in the same place.

Or you could be what the world sees as poor in a village in Nepal and I could be what the world sees as rich in a penthouse in Upper Manhattan.

We could be as different as the East is from the West.

Yet.

We think the same thoughts, feel the same emotions and dream the same dreams.

We hope to make the same connection, get hurt by the same callousness and ache and heal in the same way.

We fear the same fears and long for the same rainbow.

We are overwhelmed by the same thoughtfulness and are made fragile by the same love.

We are stung by the same sarcasm and are drawn to the same genuine souls.

We are flooded by the same questions and are heartened by the same revelation.

We are grieved by perhaps varied experiences yet which when torn apart cuts to the same disappointment and discontentment.

You and me, we are built to run on the same petrol.

On His love.

xx

claire