The Marvel of Isms.

The obscure and continuous blindness by the people is the most astonishing chauffeur I've seen. The people are seated in the back, so together yet so apart. Their whole lives dedicated to their ego, feeding it everyday with that constant norm of being different. They are driven in a safe prison with hopes of reaching a destination that's deemed "the promised land", yet there is, and will be nothing to find but utter disappointment and regret. What burdens my silent heart is the constant hatred, jealousy, despair, and complete idiocracy among the people. Cut off those ties to those tedious beliefs and see yourselves blossom into the beautiful flower that you were meant to be. Can't you see the marvel of those isms was the beginning of an era with less and less human connection. An era that completely individualizes people Into their small cubical working spaces. The irony of people being/feeling alone in a world of seven billion people  is just incredible, to them, practicing love feels like breaking a giant boulder with a single sledged hammer. Love makes us equal, and that's what we need amongst us, not "whites", "asians", "blacks", "hispanics", but love, especially the kind that starts with ourselves. I pose the same question the black eyed peas inquired a few years back, "Where is the love?"