Reach Across the Aisle

I love to write. I've been avoiding it for quite some time. I feel like everyone is writing and stating their opinions about one thing or the other. Why do I even want to throw my words out there in the sea of other words?BUT I can't shake it.There is something powerful about words. How they change and transform hearts or in some cases, tear them apart.I am more aware of my words now as an adult. Right now, we are facing great turmoil in our country. And once again people around the world are uniting in solidarity with different countries who have experienced horrific acts of terror. We can use Facebook to state our opinions and get in debates about how things could have been prevented. We can debate about which tragedy was overlooked and not covered by the media. We could debate about IT ALL. But I am wondering what use is it to talk about what COULD happen or SHOULD of happened or what DIDN'T happen?Right now, people are traumatized, grieving, and fearing for their lives. They are experiencing deep pain. Tragedy is tragedy. Its awful. To see innocent people dead because of an act of hatred is heartbreaking. Let me tell you, there is more hope and power in our unity than us being divided. We are more powerful together than we are a apart. If we can learn to stand united even when we do not agree, we will be stronger. Let's choose to listen, instead of shout.Choose compassion, over hate.To love unconditionally.Maybe we should reach across the "aisle" and join hands in solidarity, instead of focusing on what divides us. 

I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality... I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word. Martin Luther King, Jr.