I have realized that in challenging others to learn about and embrace difference, I myself have failed to do so.
I say we should learn about other groups’ histories, and yet, I know very little about… Chinese history or Afghan history.
As of late, I have felt very little inspiration to write. I fret about the problems plaguing this little blue planet and it’s inhabitants and nothing changes. The most I can do is make a conscious effort to be aware and share my knowledge. I am just one person out of billions.
That’s all for now. I may post a fiction piece later.