Of all the power given us as human beings, to make and unmake things, to tear things apart and to stitch them together, to hold the most delicate of creatures and to hold back the most dangerous of them, we cannot change other people.
We do not have the power to change the minds and hearts of other people.
We can talk. We can draw things, give gifts, plea, trick, play games, flirt with, listen to, hold, engage in sexual congress, hurt, punch, kick, kiss, and love–oh, we can love–but we cannot change the hearts and minds of one another.
The power of free will, the power of choice, is an individual one, and it is both a burden and a gift from above. How thankful we are that we have free will, that we cannot be moved unless we allow it, and that we can move if we choose it.
It is humbling to recognize both our power and our limitations.
Some days I forget. Some days I imagine myself more god than man, but I am always humbled, tumbled back down to the dirt, made to taste the dust and to cover myself with the ashes. I am grateful for the lesson.
And some days I remember, I know it to my bones, know it to my veins, and I would trade anything, everything, for a moment of godhood. Always, that wish is denied, rightfully so.
Because the beauty of humanity is in the balance of it. It is free will that makes us all equal; the liberty to think your own thoughts, the ability to decide, this is our equality, this is our humanity, this is our share.
And of that, truly, I would never part with.