The Rainbow

So different are the cultures within our regulatory society
that one may enjoy the rich and refreshing plethora of personalities that dance about the streets in a seemingly inexhaustible bliss.

But there are those who do not find enjoyment in this wondrous irregularity of minds and ideas.

People fearfully looking down on the tides of change and difference,
as if it is a hostile wave of overbearing diversity.

Diversity.

The thing that is feared by all who want to see only one color make up the rainbow of the world.

This rainbow of diversity is what makes the otherwise intensely bland painting of existence within human society something worth looking at.

Each color on this rainbow is a different story written by countless authors within the expanse of human history.

But that word is the scariest thing to these monochromatic critics of culture.

Though we are indeed different,
we are all different in the same way as the colors of a painting or a rainbow are different in that we give them names and sort them into neat little categories,

forgetting however that it takes all the colors working in equally different ways towards a common purpose in order to create anything worth looking at.

Or living in.

And that is the key to a beautiful rainbow.

Being simply different, and simply the same.