I was asked this week what I think about Donald J. Trump. Such a simple question, such a hard one to answer. I have always been so open about this whole politicial situation. My opinion is all over the place on my social media sites, but for some reason I had to search for hours to find the right words to put out on this article. I think I have failed, as I am still trying to figure not only what is going on inside my chest, but what happens inside his. Still, I need to get it out there, so bear with me because this is going to be long.

I think Trump doesn’t know what he is doing. I think he grew up inside a bubble of privilege and inside that bubble of privilege, there was selfishness, intolerance and prejudice. For that, he is not the one to blame.

I think Trump lacked education. I think if he was taught what compassion and empathy is, he didn’t learn very well. I think he thinks having money is enough to be loved. I wish people didn’t make him think it was.

I think Trump could have opened up his mind if he had given himself the opportunity to learn about the unkown. He chose and chooses every day not to see, and for that I blame him.

I feel pity for him because he may never put himself in someone else’s shoes, and therefore will never be able to see how the world outside his little box actually is. How it actually hurts, how it can’t never actually be great.

I feel pity for him because he may never get to see the beauty of people of color; he may never get to see the good of people from Syria; he may never get to see the passion in the eyes of those who have so much love to give they don’t see gender, only heart.

Trump may never get to see the courage of people who abandon their home land and everything they ever knew just to fight for a better life for someone else. I think he is very unlucky for being blind to what it's actually important, and I think he will regret that when he realizes how much real greatness he missed seeing in the world just because he was unable to overcome his ignorance.

I think it’s sad how so many people are supporting outrageous government policies based on nationality and religion and, at the same time, I think it’s encouraging how so many others are standing up against it.

Without empathy, we are toxic human beings to the rest of the humanity, so it is our duty to embrace and support valid and plausible public manifestations of democracy that aims to bring us together, not divide us.

You, right there on the other side of this screen, need to stand up not only for you, but for your great-grandfather who walked dozens of miles under a blazing sun with no food or water whatsover, just so you could have the privilege of being born in a first world country.

You need to stand up for your little sister who doesn’t understand why she needs to be afraid of walking down the street late at night while the boys in her class were never taught to fear being free.

You need to stand up for your future son, who may get to live in a world where he doesn’t have the right to love whoever he wants to.

For those who think everyone is already equal, take a look at your classmate or co-worker who doesn’t have the same skin color than you do and ask her how she feels. Have empathy and speak up for her.

There is so much Trump doesn't know. So much I wish he did.

No, I don't want to change the world because I know I don't have time enough. Instead, I wish I could plant a seed in Trump's heart. It might be late, it might be not. I wish that flower would then grow up so much it would become the only thing inside his chest. I wish that flower would smells like love. I wish that would then get him to realize that being kind is the most important thing in life. I like to think he would then listen.

I can't grow a flower in Trump's heart, but I have many inside of me to give. And so do you. The future always starts today. No matter how you do it, please make sure you're dedicating your life to helping others. Make that your ultimate dream, and then wait. Wait and see how the world can turn into a garden. Wait and see how someone else's thorns won't ever be sharp enough to destroy you. It might reach you, it might hit you, it might hurt. But it cannot change who you are.

For those who stand with me, keep resisting.

For those who don't, I think it's time to check what you're growing in your gardening.