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Today I sat on the beach. I sat on the beach as a young boy of color, surrounded by people of a tone more similar to the sand.
But none were moved.
I observed human beings in a state of transparency.
I saw two middle aged women staring at the sand. They searched diligently for something of value. They kicked, they dug, and maneuvered the sand. Their eyes filled with passion, somehow knew that they'll find nothing in place of where they thought to find all their hopes and dreams.
But none were moved.
I saw people with bodies as toned as the gods, lacking no perfection. Exposed. Distraction. A distraction to blind the outsider from the insecurities they posses.
But none were moved.
I saw others with bodies containing defect, a bit more concealed, but exposed none the less. Thoughts of overcoming physical insecurities raced through their mind, I thought, as a look of not caring -some genuine, some artificial- covered their face. They walked with confidence.
But none were moved
I saw older women among the pelicans, enjoying each others company. They celebrated life, being long and well lived. They fed each other literally and emotionally.
But all the while, none were moved.
I sat on the beach today a young Jamaican American of African and Indian descent. I could only help but be thankful. Thankful that I have the opportunity to live in a country different than my heritage and live comfortable. I was thankful that many years ago, African American men and women stood boldly and fought for equal rights in order to pave the way of the future for so many people of different race and culture.
Today, I was thankful on the beach, and none were moved.
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I hope you guys enjoyed reading this, and I hope it made some type of impact in your life.
Good Night for now.
