We are all the same because we are all different
Leopoldo Zea, 1912-2004
Human. Mortal. Limited. With desires and possibilities.
With liberty as our foundation and horizon.
All the same, heirs to language and to millenary stories.
Human. Mortal. Needed. With very diverse personal stories.
We choose what we believe is best, with the criteria that we have at hand.
Hence, the ways of being human are infinite.
Human. Mortal. Hopeful. For our destinies are entwined.
In another's pain we find our own. It makes us generous.
Differences make us better. They complete us.
Human. Mortal. Fearful. Living many changes in little time.
We suffer injustice. We provoke injustice. Knowingly or unintentionally.
Yes, conditioned to circumstances, but not determined by them. We thrive in company of others.
React. Open up. Blend with others, because every story is a mix.
If storytelling makes us human, it's time to tell stories. Today more than ever.
And find ourselves again in them. And perhaps, somebody will find us as well.
Equal. Different.