Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The Colour of Flowers
I wonder why many nations on this planet wait until politicians are old and tainted by age before their public elects them to perform as their representative.
The greatest thoughts come out of idealistic young minds. The most fantastic I've heard to date just came out of my (almost) 3 year old daughter.
Erin: "What colour is Erin?"
Me: "Mmm, I don't know. What colour is Erin?"
Erin: "Erin is the colour of flowers 'cuz I smell good."
Granted, the comment is cute coming from a young child. The innocent logic behind it is brilliant. How many times have you heard someone say or yourself said, "It's what's inside that counts."
For some reason, that principle doesn't apply to people. Why?
Why are we so insistent on dividing ourselves into black or white, yellow or brown, striped or polka-dot? Smart or stupid? Christian or Muslim? Abled or Disabled? Go on and poke any two people with a stick until they bleed. There are over six billion people on this planet and all of them have the same shade of red blood.
Maybe there will soon come a day when the people on this little blue and white marble will look beyond the pigment of skin, IQ, religion and ability and really see what lies beneath. Maybe there will soon come a day when we are all the colour of flowers.