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Racism

I think that racism is our biggest enemy. We are killing each other because of it. We are killing creativity and we are killing life.

As we are born, we are put into a specific box, depending on our looks. We get friends who are of similar background and look pretty much alike. As we grow up in this box, it becomes very difficult for us to become something else, than what is expected from us. As we grow into individuals, it is hard for us to brake free. The box doesn't let go. Our outside is supposed to tell everything about us and if it doesn't, it becomes a problem for us and for everybody else. If you want to be crosscultural and open minded, then you are not welcomed. We are not meant to be different and we are not meant to be non judgemental. We are supposed to hate and kill each other, that way the "governors" don't have to take the blame, we do all the work, without realizing it.

There are people who want to unite and there are people who want to separate. There are people who want to love and there are people who want to hate. There are people who want to do ballet and there are people who want to do traditional. We don't own the world and there is a power, which is tronger than all of us, so knowing that, why do we want to challenge it? Why can't we be colorblind? The day that God made us see the colors is the day that he punished us. We can see so many colors, that we become a danger for ourselves.

Racism goes many different ways. It doesn't open possibilities, it closes our doors.

What is the reason for understanding everybody, when nobody understands you? What is the reason for loving, caring, supporting, encouraging and communicating, if you don't get that in return? Somebody who is ready, will be stopped by the one who is not. So we all have to get ready, because if you are not, than why should I?

Racism is our enemy. If we don't realize it, then we are enemies to ourselves. If we don't realize that it is killing us, then it means that we are killing ourselves.

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