What Happens When...

What happens when I realize that people are not globs or groups or colors?
What happens when I realize that what we have in common outweighs how we are different?
What happens when I begin to learn that my point of view is NOT the center of the universe (and I'm not either)
What happens when...
What happens when...
All that I have believed may not be true?
I am learning that to sit at this table of reconciliation, I have to let go of my own prejudices. Shocking thought?
What prejudices do you have to let go?
Do you want to?
No matter what color our skin, when cut, we bleed red.
My mind reels with new thoughts after seeing new things and meeting new people and smiling at our commonality.
Lots to think about, write about...edit with a smile.