This little kid has no idea.

No idea about who he or she will be when they grow up.  There is a lot of positive things to look forward to.  Hopes. Dreams. Aspirations.  He or she may be the next president.  Or a baker.

But right now… this little being simply does not know.

This little child  is not cognizant of being in the middle of the city…. let alone… of being a citizen of the United States… no concept.

He doesn’t know where his next meal will come from.  She doesn’t care what she will put on to wear when she gets out of the water.

He doesn’t know religion, or politics, or sexuality, or race.  He doesn’t know hate.  Not…..Yet.  She wasn’t born with hate.

But mostly likely, he or she will learn both fear and hate. And… she will  learn to fear the things she does not understand.

And that is one of the saddest things I’ve ever written.

“In time we hate that which we often fear.” – William Shakespeare

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.” – Albert Einstein