“There is, to each person, their preference, their race, their creed, their religion, and everything else. Anything past this is to the realization that despite having a different story, we bleed the same tears. When someone dies among ourselves, precious to us, we feel the same pain. We all feel the same torments, the same woes, the same feeling of loss.
Pain connects us. It is understanding. Though, it is not the betterment of understanding. For nothing will heal that pain, until love has a path to it.”– Anonymous