Who knows me?

My birth was a mystery. No one could explain exactly the mystery of human creation. Science is doing all but the creator still the only one to open our understanding in this subject. When I was born, many names were given to me. My father has his own ways of calling me and my mother has her preferences.

Siblings have their own labels to recognize me. Some said I look like this person; or I do things like someone else. Everyone did his best to put label on me. So I become a person with different names. It is in my school period that people have given me most names. Every label put on me has it meaning for the owner but not me. And everyone believes that I am the label they have created.

Some of the names represent the social status I was born in, some are refer to the religion of my family, some are the label of the culture I was born into and some from school are relate to the shape of my physical body. Everyone believes that his label created for me describes me well. By doing so, they believe that they know me.  

In reality, none of these names ever describe who I am. They all fail to know my real essence. They lost the precious energy given to them to understand the essence of life. The hiding truth is I am a mirror in which they are observing themselves. Whatever they pictured from the mirror is what they are describing. All the labels were never about me. They don’t know me and I even don’t know myself, because we are all in the lost plane.

The society that supposed to protect and lead me to the path of love hurt me the most. I was fragile and innocent but they did not have any kind of compassion for me. Those that I love betrayed me the most. Those who have the obligation to lead me have left me in the unmerciful jungle of the society.

Judgment will go from right to left. The part of the community where life should be a celebration even though we are learning about life became a horrible jungle. Because some believed that bullying is a right thing to do.  All these happened not because they intentionally want to hurt me but because they themselves are hurting inside.

What happened to us? Why there is no compassion in our action toward each other? Why there is so much hatred in our heart? How have we lost our kindness? Do we fail to hear the cries of human’s heart? Can we not see the pain in mother earth’s face? Are we so blind to see what is happening to us?