The road is long and it is dusty, and we have a far way to go.

We are a people who love to wage war. It does not matter that we have no rifles; we arm ourselves with nothing but opinions. We feel we are entitled to them. It is a heavy entitlement, and we seldom sacrifice it for the sake of peace.

We wield these opinions like daggers. We move in close and we cut little slivers of truth from one another. We keep cutting until the floor is wet and we are all of us bleeding out in the quiet.

It is about choosing the battles. The truth is almost always too big for the human heart to hear. It is a large, cold thing. So we do what we can in our capacity. One man’s capacity is not another’s. It is different for each personality, and that is the way it is.

©️ Beatriz Esmer