We are golden

The basest form of us; minus the luxuries some of us might be able to afford, minus the rags some of us can only afford, minus the shells that are our body, we are all the same. We are all dirty, disgusting, evil, mean, vain, greedy, clean, pure, innocent; we are everything. What makes us seemingly different now are the different things we have forgotten, the things that we hold more and less than others. When we hear of people hurting others, who are we to say that the person is disgusting? All of us are the same, if we forget how to remain sane, then we snap. Anybody who is forced up the wall can snap. And who are we to say what is right or what is wrong? If we were in a world where killing and harming people are right, everything would have been different. Nothing needs to be make sense of.