Now, a story is going to be telled.
There were three persons in a room one saturday night. Well, in fact, it was a sunday morning, or better said, a sunday dawn. One of these three persons was writing, drawing or at least trying to do so. Then, that person showed the other two the paper with the drawing.
One of those persons quickly catched up the meaning of the drawing, and thought that it was so cheesy. Well, that's too hard. It just was silly.
The other one had no idea about the meaning of the drawing.
After a few minutes, he realized and made a gesture of acquiescence.
And they laughed the rest of the night.
After this short story, several thoughts came (as usual).
It's very wonderful to realize that despite all the differences present in the people, we still remain humans. We are all the same.
But even in spite of these circumstances, the fear persists. Maybe is an unconscious fear. Probably, the fear of almost all. The fear of hate, of rejection, the fear of being hated or isolated...just for being different.
Why? Why we do this? Even when we said that it is wrong?
I don't know. But I am happy, because it doesn't seem to have happened to me.....yet.
Ciao
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