commonality.

Is that a word?
Commonality?

I think it is.
But I've been know to make up a few along the way.

The year I turned 30, I finally left the county.
I went to Ghana in Africa.
I know, right?
Go big or go home!

I will never forget who I saw walking along the streets.

I saw me and my best friend with our kids.
I saw us catching up while the kids played.
I saw us getting dinner ready and keeping kids in place.

I saw women giving birth.
I saw sisters sharing.
I saw mothers mothering.

I saw the same damn things I see at home.
Just in different clothes,
and with different hair,
in different homes.

I look around sometimes and can't help but wonder...Would we treat eachother differently if we really saw our commonality rather than focused on the differences?  I've had my moments of feeling more superior, more righteous, part of the exclusive croud, better than you.  I've also been the black sheep in your eyes.

I see it in religion, sports, work, life.
It's not unique to one croud.
It belongs to us all.
We all hold the power.
And we all take turns abusing it.

It's naive-I know.
To think it's possible is to believe in world peace.

But if for one day only, if we looked for the commonality I wonder if we would love better, understand more and hate less.

Just curious.
Aren't you?

-McGee