12.28.21 // One Voice

One Voice.
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I am just one voice. One voice in a mass of hundreds of millions.
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All speaking at once, we are like an unsettled storm on the sea. Waves crashing over each other, raindrops falling scattered over the ocean, lost amongst the masses. Falling into a void.
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But together we move like water with a purpose, ancient and sacred. Our individual drops come together to move earth and create beauty like the Grand Canyon.
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In a time of deep-rooted unrest, as discourse happens behind the shield of tiny technological screens, we demand to be independent to find individuality. We pull apart.
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Instead of coming together with respect for our differences and celebration of shared humanity, we compete, we tear down, we churn like the dark waters of an ocean storm.
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But just because my voice is often drowned out by the whipping wind, the crashing waves, I won't quit speaking, calling, and swimming fervently. Towards what? I'm not sure, but towards something that doesn't feel like a silent drowning in the salty waves.