You know, there are so many things in the world to get sick over- the Powell boys, the three-year-old little girl who was killed in a fire this week; the news on the news everyday; the way people treat politics. Lost jobs; failed attempts and finding jobs. Lost friendships. Lost family members. Mistakes and regrets; bad food. The way we judge ourselves.
The way we judge others...
The way we judge ourselves because of the way others judge us.
I think that there are secret, deep, hidden parts of a person that the eye can't see. Sometimes the heart can- sometimes. But not all the time.
Sometimes, I feel so strongly about judgement, and how we judge people around us...and sometimes, when I think about people I love, I think that there would be no better way to spend my life than to step between them and the judgements people make about them. Or to just take judgement away from the world.
It's so important to remember our inability to know why people have done what they have done, and to fully comprehend why they have done what they have done. To feel every pressure and every emotion they felt as they did it, and to understand how deeply their scars penetrate below the skin- even when we can't see them.
I wish the world had more love in it.
That's something that's important to me, that I have always felt a need to contribute to the world. More love, and a message about judgement. And I don't know what I want to do with it; lots of days I want to write. Other days, I don't know...teaching sounds like a good option...some way to send messages of worth and value.
I don't know why I'm writing this right now- but, as always, it's MY blog and I can do what I want to.
-TBF
