Don’t be so sure of yourself
Look both ways
Look through as many lenses as you can
Look in the opposite direction
Look at the parts that contradict your view on the matter
Look into what makes you uncomfortable
Look at it as if it was you in the shoes you are critical of.
Look with honesty
Look with care
Look through the veil of tears
Look into the eyes of your fears
Don’t be too sure of yourself
My position isn’t neutral. My position is liquid. It’s not that it doesn’t take shape. It’s that it shapeshifts. Not because I’m confused, but because I’m conflicted. Because it’s not simple. Not clear. Not one sided.
I’m breaking with a world that divorces itself from itself.
Not being too sure is how I stay connected.
Being unsure is how one heart might be able to reach another.
Because the information we get is incomplete
It’s offered through the lens of opinion
It’s often missing some pieces
Which paints a picture of a distorted reality
It’s not that I can’t decide, it’s that wherever I turn my gaze I see the opposite side staring back at me. Wherever I look I see conflicting aspects of the truth. Wherever I turn my head, my eyes land on dichotomy.
It’s not that I can see every side. No one can.
It’s that each piece reminds me of the enormity of the picture.
It’s that each aspect is a prism.
It’s that each face reflects the face of the other
It’s not that I’m looking to argue, it’s that almost every piece has another piece that counters it, contradicts it, compliments it, and completes it.
It’s that the complexity runs so deep
It’s that to stand behind one is not to forsake the other.
It’s that every piece of the story belongs to a bigger story.
It’s that we all belong to each other
And we forgot it.
It’s that if we’re too sure of ourselves
We will never have peace
Peace and justice require a softening
The discomfort of a paradox
The openness of uncertainty
There’s one thing I’m almost sure of
Hate will never ever bring peace