In Our Differences

Sometimes I find myself staring at…you.

In our differences I find something to look at.  To ask questions about.  To be intrigued about.

Is it rude?  To be intrigued?  To see and notice our differences?

Is it considered discrimination if I recognize that you don’t look like I do?   Or act like I do?  Or think like I do?

Should I be ashamed that because you are different than I am, I want to look, see, learn and understand.  And appreciate.

Will your skin color make me look at you?   Maybe.

Will piercings in your face make me look at you?  Maybe.

Will the shape of your eyes make me look at you?  Maybe.

Will your age make me look at you?  Maybe.

Will the people you are with make me look at you?  Maybe.

Will the clothing you wear make me look at you?  Maybe.

I don’t look to be rude.  I look to see you.  Catch your eye.  Smile, and share the same space in our passing moment in this world.  When I pass people I speak, I look at them, and hope they return the glance.  I hope I pass someone who sees my spiky silver black hair and thinks….something.

How horrible it would be, how horrible it is, if we didn’t notice one another.   To be so different and yet go unseen.  If we didn’t (don’t) appreciate our differences.

Is the world satisfied with one kind of flower?

Even in our similarities none of us is the same.

I look at you because you are different.

I see you because you aren’t like me.    If you were like me, it would make my world dull and boring and I likely wouldn’t pay attention.

I mean no harm being different than you.

And I mean no harm noticing your differences from me.

Take my glance at you as my acceptance and my appreciation of the color and beauty, and difference, you bring to this world.

I would rather look, and wonder, than not notice you.   Your difference attracts my eye, your behavior attracts my attention, your communication of thoughts and ideas attracts my curiosity.  Your acceptance of my differences, and the sharing of our differences, makes us compatible.

And being compatible means we exist together.   Differently.

 

54 thoughts on “In Our Differences

  1. This is wonderful, feeling like this Colleen! To look, see, learn and understand. And appreciate. This shows interest and make an opinion, which is important to know other people. The world is beautiful in it’s differences. colorful like a rainbow.

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  2. I smiled reading this (a genuine smile). I wish the world would have more people like you. There is beauty in diversity indeed. Thank you for sharing your beautiful candid words.

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  3. That is a beautiful world you describe and inspire.
    Not being seen is a deep pain yet most of us hesitate to take the time to appreciate and acknowledge what makes us difference. Vice versa is true too – that we are misunderstood for actually seeing the difference, as there is so much conditioning around being with the comfort of similarity.

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  4. Hello – I’ve come to you via Pete’s Ponderings and I am so glad I did. This is such a brilliant, quietly wrought but heart piercing piece of truth. Would that many more will read it and take it to heart ❤️

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  5. I often find our differences are more interesting than our similarities. My husband Rick and I are quite different and I find it’s been the best relationship I’ve ever had.

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  6. Oh Colleen, I missed this one.. maybe I wasn’t looking close enough. Now I’ve looked at your verse, I’ll have a closer look at the world around me. I tend to be quite comfortable and compatible, almost naive to different people around, basically I believe in what we are, one people……

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  7. This was so honest and open. It is hard to be relaxed enough in person with someone you are noticing their differences. I think it is okay to appreciate differences. I also would say we all have more “in common” ❤ than in our differences.

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