Every Color of the Rainbow

Death, it haunts us.
We cannot fully understand it, we may not ever be able to understand it, but we do know Life.
 
Life is where You and I exist.
Life is where You and I intertwine.
Life is where You and I and Us and Them float through moments, good and bad, painful and joyful.
Life is where each day we have the choice to live a life of legacy.
 
Sometimes, though.
Oh, no. Sometimes, though, the choice is taken from us.
Death comes too soon. Life is robbed. Life is taken. Life is
no more.
 
It doesn't make sense to me.
The colors of the rainbow form after the storm and are celebrated.
But why not before the storm?
Why is it only in sadness we stand up for what we believe in?
Why are we too afraid to make change and stand up for Love when Love is hard.
Or challenging.
Or complex.
Or different.
Or beautiful.
 
Because Love is Love is Love is Love and
Love Is Beautiful.
The colors of the rainbow are beautiful.
Each one of us are beautiful.
 
I don't want to waste a second of my life when in a second my life could be gone.
I don't want to waste a second of my life hating or judging or being too scared to stand up for someone because of my own self-gaining pride.
I don't want to waste a second of my life only hoping things will change.
I want things to change.
Now.
I want to change things.
Now.
I want to live change.
Now. This day and every day.
 
Because life is too short.
Life is too short to turn a blind eye or ignore injustice.
 
Death, it haunts us.
It haunts the ones still living,
mourning for those no longer with us.
Wondering what their next day could have been like,
had they just been given another day.
 
You and I and Us and Them,
we're all different.
But we're all the same in that we all deserve love.
Each one of us.
Love that surpasses all hate, all condemnation, all judgements, all contempt, all ignorance.
 
I don't entirely know how we achieve this Love.
Except that,
I can start in my own heart.
And you can start in your own heart.
And we can start, and they can start and here is where change will live.
 
We can erase the hatred in ourselves.
We can be humble and love ourselves.
We can allow ourselves to be vulnerable, even when it hurts.
We can drown our egos and see another Human Being as Ourself.
We can love those hardest to love.
 
Somewhere in this universe of particles floating around,
there is a Pure Love.
Somewhere in this universe of particles floating around,
there is no hatred.
 
There is You and I and Us and Them and every color of the rainbow.
And on this Pure Love planet, colors exist to be celebrated.
Colors exist to be loved.