The other evening as Tom and I were coming home from a road trip, we chose the two-lane route so we could pass through a number of little towns. As we drove along, I made the comment that sometimes it was just fun to look at others' towns, yards, homes, store fronts. Tom made a comment that rang very true: they're all different yet they're all the same. They are.
Town, city, village...all with their own flavor, yet all the same in purpose. They're home to young and old; those who never want to leave and those who never want to stay. The festivals and events that make each town unique are varied; this time of year throughout the fall will deliver a wide variety of banners across the roadways announcing the apple fest, the pumpkin fest, the fall fest--you name it, there's a fest. Which brings us back to the similarities...people like to congregate and celebrate. They like to eat, drink, and be merry.
And so, doesn't it make you wonder why we're not all better at getting along wherever we go? Yet we tend to practice isolationism in our own corners, thinking that no one else is quite like us. I guess that's true; we all are quite unique--in that we're all alike. So there you are--different yet the same.
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