We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike.

If you had told me two years ago that I was just like a thief, I probably would’ve thrown my drink in your face, punched you, and stumbled away. My ego would’ve said something like, “I’m so  much better than a thief, I have morals, thieves are losers.”

If you had told me five years ago that I was just like a racist, I probably would’ve spouted out a lot of politically correct jargon, quoted Maya Angelou, and flipped my hair as I walked away. My ego would’ve said something like, “I’m so much better than a racist, I care about all people, racists are losers.”

Meanwhile, struggling with depression and alcoholism and desperately seeking God, I acted like a complete asshole to people who cared about me and people I didn’t know at all. I acted selfishly, desperately, ignorantly, and harmfully. Sounds a lot like a racist and a thief to me.

Maybe you don’t have any of these issues. But maybe you’re an egomaniac in other areas.

Even in the worst of us, there is good. Even in the thief, there’s a person that’s afraid of not having enough to provide. It’s a primal fear that drives most people to work harder. In a thief perhaps, there is such a deep insecurity about not being able to work hard enough, that they just steal. This feeling of shortcoming can be so overwhelming, they can hardly resist the instant gratification of acquiring something new so easily. Of “getting one over” on someone else. It’s power over a situation in their life, when everything else seems so out of control.

The truth is, even in the best of us, there’s the worst of us. In all of us. Does that make us bad? No, but it means we could be better. Hate doesn’t harbor room for improvement, in fact it stifles it. So whenever possible, love. You don’t know how much that could cause change in someone that didn’t even realize they had to change before.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
– Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.