Weakness

We are all weak, in one way or another. Neither gender nor species matters.

Sometimes that weakness is a strength in disguise.

Sometimes it is nothing more than our utter undoing.

Sometimes it is both.

The wise man understands his weakness and, with such, seeks out a lesson within it.

The fool lets his weakness control and destroy him.

But, ironically...

... Sometimes the wise man is a fool.

Hate is, with such, a weakness.

Hate is powerful.

Hate can be eternal.

Hate can be manipulated.

And...

... Hate can be created.

How easily the mind can be turned to hate merely from a place of fear - an instinctive, natural, protective response.

Instead of focusing on the things that unite us, we choose to focus on the things that divide us.

My prayer, everyday, is for wisdom to make the right decisions. And in that prayer is crouched a plea, never to be blinded by such trivial differences.