At times, we find ourselves in situations that force us into erasing ourselves.
Erasing our accent, dialect, hair texture, mannerism, and other subtle details that tell a lot about where we come from, what we’ve been through, and who we are.
And that’s absolutely terrifying.
In some way it’s become acceptable, not to say necessary, to change who we are in order to get accepted by others.
And that, my friend, tells a lot about the world we live in.
The majority wins, period.
As open-minded as we pretend to be, we tend to foster the majority’s opinion.
Which is not necessarily the right thing to do.