Who Cares Who I Love!?
Love is Universal, so why does it matter so much to people who someone else loves? In my opinion, I think the problem with our society is we are so focused on what the next man/woman is doing instead of being focused on ourselves. We are so focused on getting others to understand our point of view and we are losing our focus on what is most important, and what's important is love. We are so programmed to think a certain way that we refuse to open our minds to the possibility that maybe everything we have been taught was not entirely true. Our society demands us to think like they do and if we go against this then something is wrong with us or our thinking is wrong. We get so caught up on the shell/the temple/the vessel/ the outer being of a person, we never bother to look at the heart/soul.
At the end of the day we are a soul and if we each do some soul searching it is possible we may come up with a different view of things than what we have been taught to believe. Everyone wants to know what is my purpose when the purpose from the beginning has been to love one another as God loves. Instead of listening to what others want us to think or believe maybe we should go straight to the source. I am not referring to any books or anything, although I support reading. I think if we took the time to search our souls and quiet our minds then we might find out the truth and as they say: "the truth will make us free."
Free to be who we've been all along from the beginning of time and free to be who we were destined to be originally before society told us who we should be. The world has taught us to hate one another and so we hate one another, but if we listen to our souls it will bring us back to the truth of love. Love each other no matter what the shell of a man/woman looks like, but love based on the heart/soul. Before there was anything there was nothing! There was no religion, no color, no body type, no face or any outward feature, flaws, or imperfections. Wouldn't it be great if we could go back to being a soul? No shells to define who we should be, no racism, sexism or classicism, but the soul to tell us who we are. This way when you saw your mirror soul you would know you were home again. We are all just vessels carrying a soul, and whether we have found our mirror soul in another who is the same sex, a different color, a different culture, or whatever difference there may be. At the end of the day we are a soul and these bodies that currently house this soul will perish, but our soul will live forever.
© 2016 Ayonna Suttles