Sometimes I am staggered to see how much diversed people (around me) are.
Learning how to recognise, accept, and then even cherish the existing diversity has never been old; and I’ve just reached the very surface of this process.
How shamed for me being able to understand diversity this late, yet how lucky I am, at the same time, as I have started trying to change.
How wonderful for those who have been able to see through, have consented, and have successfully appreciated such plurality of people’s thought patterns.
Yet, I wonder, who could fully and confidently declare that she (or he) has reached that state?