Of Understanding and a Cup of Coffee

I love meeting new people. I’m in a coffee shop, one I visit, maybe once or twice a year, and I have to say, it was great to meet an enthusiastic  bubbly, happy, worker, at the coffee counter. They held a passion for life that’s contagious.

Far too often I think I live in my own little world, and I forget that things like a simple smile, or just saying hello, can really have a positive effect on those around us. I am encouraged every time I encounter someone who is alive, fully and absolutely alive.

I’m in a city right now that attracts people from all over the world, and from all kinds of backgrounds. With all sorts of personalities, and I love it.

One thing, even as a child, I loved, was being as multicultural as possible. Maybe because of my being Native American, I know what it is to be a minority, if even just a bit, I can relate to the other well. I see now, that such a viewpoint is a gift, and I am thankful that I did not have a lot of prejudices to overcome now that I’m aware of the concept of prejudice. If I could I wish I could remove the who idea of prejudice from the world, my goodness, I suppose there are things I hate after all. Prejudice, pain, suffering, bigotry, hatred, and so forth. I hate to see them in the world at large, and more so do I hate it when I notice them, however small they might be, in myself.

One of my favorite things I’ve been getting out of my language studies, is how much I can’t help but fall in love with the people who speak that language. Understanding other cultures, for me, seems to automatically result in the loving of them, I might have not an iota of interest in another culture, but once I start to look into understanding it, I begin to not only love the culture, but to love the people in it. It happens not only for people of other nations, but of sub-cultures and the like. I suppose one of my goals in life is to be something of a citizen of the earth, in that no matter where I find myself, these are my people. and this is my home. To count myself human before I count myself an American. To count myself human, even before I count myself as a male, and so forth.

Nevertheless, I also desire to maintain and hold to my own convictions, ideas, beliefs, and so forth, while maintaining an open-mind. I desire to be tolerant, true, but that doesn’t mean I agree with everything that everyone has to say. Agreement, and tolerance are not the same, I suppose. I want to love, but not without wisdom, there is a difference between loving others and letting others walk all over oneself. I don’t want to do that. But, as a human being, my purpose is to love those around me as much as I possibly can. I can think of no higher honor, and in some ways, nothing more difficult.

I am glad I visited this coffee shop today. I never expected a cup of coffee to prove such an inspirational one. Yes, I am very glad indeed.