I think the whole world needs to agree to a gigantic truce—every single person—from our minds, our homes, our communities, cities, countries and continents.
I don’t think we need to love each other, or even love ourselves. So long as we make a promise to take time to heal. To unravel the rage, the pain, the grief, the fear, and the stuff we use to cover it up—the sarcasm, apathy and distraction.
And once the truce is agreed upon, all the money that pays for war can pay for everyone to have a house that’s safe, a comfortable bed. Groceries and a kitchen. A plot of land and a tree. A community center down the road where people can connect and share ideas and make them happen. While the children go to school and take only two classes: how to communicate-to-be-understood and how to listen-to-understand.
And we’ll spend mornings and evenings in meditation all together, until everyone begins to heal the pain of so many yesterdays, so it stops showing up every tomorrow.
-JLK
