Do you ever wonder about the condemners? You know, those people who sit in judgment of all those around them. They critique all that we do and say and are more than willing to share their snide comments or backhanded insults with anyone unfortunate enough to be within their ear shot.
I think of them often and I pity them. After all, it is much easier to tear apart my life than to spend time examining, refining, and/or improving their own. I find it sad that they would make assumptions about me or my actions when they could so easily just ask me, and thereby gain truth rather than illusion. But inquiry takes effort. Solving someone else’s problems, even before they ask, is so much easier than exploring their own flaws or accepting and acknowledging that their mistakes were of their own making.
The ones I prefer to spend time with are not judges. They are the strong ones who meekly say, “I was wrong, forgive me”. They are flawed and accepting of their shortcomings. They realize perfection is unattainable, but that the journey towards it and the act of fine- tuning our own beings is so worth the effort and time required.
So, tell me of your flaws, ask me for guidance, and I will have all day to converse with you. But do not judge another or their choices. For as I so often say, can we truly, without hesitation, say we would have acted any differently if we had lived their lives, if we had walked a mile in their moccasins?
The journey continues …