Together with friends, I got lost in an unfamiliar neighborhood. The road was lined with small boutiques selling dresses in the loudest yet most beautiful color combinations I have ever seen. It was a beautiful day so we strolled to the train station bound for the city. I wanted to try the pastries with names I don't understand. On the train, we were seranaded by crooners singing in yet again a different language. When we got off, we were delighted to hear the theme from "The Godfather" on an uncommon string instrument. Because the gentleman playing it has features similar to mine, I know he is not native even if he may be local.

 

I long realized there is beauty in diversity. I knew I don't have to go to far and different places to appreciate it. I also knew resistance in varying degrees will come not only from the very same circle I was with but also within myself. But learning begins only when we tolerate the unfamiliar.