All people are the same, and all people are different.
I think sometimes we tend to get into trouble when we forget one (or both) of these statements. Holding both of these ideas in mind at the same time definitely exercises our ability to doublethink, but they are not as mutually exclusive as they might first sound.
All people are the same.
We are born, we grow older, we die. We get hungry, tired, hot and cold. We feel pain, both physical and emotional.
We want. We want to be loved, we want to obtain safety. We want to stop feeling scared and uncomfortable. We want meaning, whether that be through myth, religion, stories, or science. (Or all of the above.) Some of us want stuff, some of us want intangibles, but most of us want something. And what we think we want and what we actually want is only sometimes the same.
All people are different.
We come from different backgrounds, geographical locations, religious beliefs. We have different bodies, different skin colors, different hair, and different health problems. We have different eccentricities, idiosyncracies, passions, likes and dislikes, loves and hates. We’re skilled and unskilled at different things. Our brains don’t all work exactly the same way either.
We have different memories, even of the same event. We have different ways of communicating. We have different opinions, different eating habits, different ways of conducting relationships. We have different needs and different desires and different ways of expressing ourselves. We have different tastes in style and pets and child-rearing and financial management and music and transportation.
We have different stories, different baggage, and different wounds. All of which lead to different life choices, some of which work for us and some of which don’t.
We are simultaneously the same and different.
When we forget we are the same, we may feel alienated or isolated. We may turn another person or group of people into the Other. We may think we’re better than everyone else, or that we’re not worth the air we’re breathing.
When we forget we are different, we may impose our own life choices on other people. We may become visibly judgmental. We may make inaccurate assumptions and stifle other people’s voices. We may forget there are other points of view.
There is a universality to the human experience, but the details are always different–sometimes very different and sometimes only a little different. We try to understand each other with mixed success. And we forget the following important truth.
You are not me. But we are both human together.
Beautiful, Amy. I’m glad we’re both human together. ❤ Hugs, Jodi
Hi Amy,
I wanted you to know that I nominated you for the Booker Award. Check out the details here: http://thewritingblues.wordpress.com/2012/08/19/the-booker-award/
I really want to see which books you might pick if you choose to do this 🙂
mara