I am nothing.
As a baby, I was born with nothing.
So what am I that should feel superior to other humans?
I am indeed nothing.
I had nothing but my mother’s love, my father’s protection, and shelter.
Man has dominated man to his injury; the fights, the wars, the murders, the kills, and the racial abuses, all lead to nothing.
Why? We all have the very same outcome under the sun, both the good and the bad, the clean and the unclean.
We all die even though there is a glorious hope which anchors and awaits us.
When we die we know nothing at all and we have nothing to give or offer.
So why then do we hurt ourselves?
As we all do not know our time let us clothe ourselves with love for it is a perfect bond of union.
By Tay Young Tsatsu