Have you ever felt that you were in fact an alien, not a member of the human race? I have, for decades. When I was but a little boy, I used to think: why are people being cruel to each other? I was sure, even then, that it wasn´t suppused to be that way! I took my troubled, innocent heart to the adults (or is it sadults?) and tried, with my insufficient words, to explain my predicament.
They told me that everything would become clear, when I grew up. And to just be patient, for one day I would understand. I had to adapt, perforce, or be trampled into the dust. So I tried to find a middle ground, where I could at least coexist, trying not to hurt anyone. Just to be allowed to be, there, and try to be friendly with everyone, without getting crushed.
But they could tell or maybe they could feel, instinctively, that I was a bit strange, a bit alien. Others fell by the wayside, a few that were not so dissimilar to myself and many others. But I, who always felt deep down that I wouldn´t last long in this strange place, I endured, amazingly. I thought some mistake must have been made somewhere. Maybe there exists some alternate universe, that had inadvertently misplaced me.
Finally, there came a day, when a woman came up to me and spoke those four seemingly innocuous words, that would change everything. I didn´t even know the woman´s name. She said: “I am like you!”, nothing more and nothing less. When I heard this and looked into her eyes, the world seemed to shake and the foundations of my disbelief crumbled and came tumbling down around me.
When prodded, she explained that we´d been born too late: the generation of the gentle people had passed us by. They´re still here, she said, but they seem to have lost hope. They may have given up the dream. I would like to assure them, that NOT all is lost! For their message was passed on and is still being carried in the hearts if some people, myself being just one example.
Two years ago, I was speaking with a friend. This lady told me, that in her middle age, she was still wondering what she´d do, when she grew up. She asked me if I knew. I hadn´t a clue. I´m still waiting for that very special day, when things will finally make sense. A couple of months ago, she came to visit me. I asked her, if she´d found the answer yet. To my surprise, she said yes. She said that she would be, whatever she needed to be. I admire her for her courage and am happy for her.
In the meantime, I have shouted out to the world, my plea for love. Because I know, instinctively, that it´s worthwhile to share this invaluable commodity with everyone. You can call me a dreamer and you can call me an idealist. If you do, you honour me. I thank you for that. I would ask that you shout out your love for the entire human race and for all living things, mutely, to the heavens, for I believe that the positive force of this act will resonate in the hearts of anyone who’s listening with their inner ear and we might actually wake up some of the sleeping ones!