I like writing with no theme, a sort of stream-of-conscious rambling, or rummaging through my cluttered, always-on mind.
I was called distant by a friend this week. And honestly, I had reason to be distant (we have a very serious reason). But, instead of being too defensive about it, I asked myself a simple question:
Am I distant?
I can be, yes. Because I am shy, I have to continually fight through that. I have to come to terms with some of the less glamorous aspects of me. As another friend says, it’s about progress, not perfection. I have to keep trying and keep trying.
I come from the East, most of you [here] are Westerners. If I look at you superficially, we are different, and if I put my emphasis on that level, we grow more distant. If I look on you as my own kind, as human beings like myself, with one nose, two eyes, and so forth, then automatically that distance is gone. We are the same human flesh. I want happiness; you also want happiness. From that mutual recognition, we can build respect and real trust of each other. From that can come cooperation and harmony.
–His Holiness the
I knew the President and I had something in common (of course, besides skin color).