UK Holiday: a (new) perspective

If we teach our children intolerance we set them up for a lifetime of resentment. As an adult we have the choice to integrate ourselves into this world. Accepting other’s culture, race, religion, and even freedoms allows us an ease of existence. Easier said than done when you grow up believing that another’s life path is inferior to your own. Thankfully, this (intolerance of others) was not taught in my household.  I’ll explain…

Scotland's HIghlands

Scotland’s Highlands (or somewhere’s about)

As I rack up the frequent flyer miles I also gain an education of greater proportion than I would have ever gained in school, or in my own town. The way people live, work, dine, party, and entertain are pretty similar in the sense that our priorities are dictated by the most important item on the to-do list, on any given day. But what’s different is how we exercise our freedom. If we start out each day—grateful for all we have—we can consistently move thru each task with the promise of the reward of our own personal freedom. The freedom to breathe, love and learn are true freedoms.

After three weeks abroad, zig-zagging the UK, I came home with a better perspective of what it really means to surround yourself with love. If we separate our minds from oppression we can clearly see that the human sitting next to you on the train, in the street, or beside you at the bar is just that: human. Aren’t we all living parallel lives? What’s stopping us from embracing each other’s presence? Fear? Maybe…

Amidst celebrating talented artists (Edinburgh Festival Fringe), meeting new friends in unfamiliar places (an impromptu trip to London), and driving on the left hand side of the road (I’m still in the learning stages of round-a-bout etiquette, btw) I became more aware of each nation’s struggle for independence.


 

Alas, this is not a political post as much as a p.o.v. from someone whom—after standing outside a currency exchange on a Sunday morning, patiently waiting for a tardy desk clerk—met a guy named Logan (from Louisiana) who told a lovestruck tale of a girl he just met in Edinburgh. Someone who—paired with a fine young gentleman from Birmingham UK—ventured into London for a day long adventure. Someone who—shortly after stepping off a plane in Belfast—road-tripped the coast of N. Ireland.

The point is, we may not have the power to change the world on our own, but if we embrace each other—including each other’s differences—may we become more aware of ourselves and the impact we have on each other.

Smile because it looks good on ya.

Smile because it looks good on ya. (2,750 ft  above Newcastle)

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