There is no difference between you and I. Oh, sure, you have short hair, laced in gold with the highlights of an Angel’s halo, glistening in the sunlight where mine is long and streaked with silver. Your favorite color is the color of grass on a meadow sprinkled with flowers of every color, while mine is the color of love; Glowing from the faces of children...all pink and shiny pasted on billowy cheeks, topped with widened eyes that share God’s love in every twinkle. Yes, we are the same you and I. I reach for and seek an acceptance in life as do you. I watch, yearn and hunger for love not so patiently awaiting the touch of another. A touch that confirms the love I hunger for. You too seek that love. I cry at sad movies and even shed tears while laughing at the funniest joke ever told, as do you. I bleed scarlet red blood when cut ... as do you. A pain races from my cut and makes me very uncomfortable, not unlike your cut too. I study the weak, the odd, the strange and the beautiful in crowds of strangers ... just the same way you do. I look to the Heavens and cry out His name whenever life cheats me or causes me hurts in this mortal game ... not unlike you. Yes, we are the same.
Our worlds may be miles and miles apart but we are chained by the links of life, you and I. Where the substantial needs of all human kind are all the same. I sleep when I’m tired, need food when I’m hungry and laugh and cry just like you. I love from the deepest depth of my heart and hate from somewhere there too. I get angry and solemn just like you. I am quiet then loud depending on my mood or the surrounding world’s commotions, not at all unlike you.
I look in the mirror, where now I see wrinkles appearing like the roots of a deep planted tree, breaking way for the Heavens ... Where once the soft and wrinkle free face used to be. Wondering in silence what has happened to me? Where did that youthful girl go? The one of just yesterday... Perhaps, we are not so much alike you and me ... I have aged, beyond your youth ... Time has taken from me the radiance of surface beauty, but left so much more of me ... I now have hair that shows the silver signs of wisdom.... signs you will have to wait to see. Yes, there was a day, when I was just like you, just yesterday.
