One of the hardest things to grasp on this road of life is that nothing is black and white. It’s never as simple as we want it to be. For those of you who know me, it’s shocking that I’ve come to that conclusion but what life has taught me is that there are no absolutes. Perhaps this is hardest when dealing with people; it’s easier to put them into boxes than to accept that we are multifaceted beings who have within us the ability to create and to destroy. It’s easier to judge someone based on our preconceived notions because that makes sense.
What I know is that good people can do bad things and bad people can do good things. It happens all the time and it’s better not to judge someone else because you never know what you might do. It’s easy to be on the outside and point the finger at someone else but much harder to step into their shoes and show some empathy. You don’t know their story. You don’t know the pain they are living with and if you did, you might not be so quick to throw them away.
I don’t like it when people hurt other people. It sucks. But instead of rushing to judgment, I’m slowly learning that it’s easier to lay down my weapons and open my arms. Cause I can guarantee that the person who is hurting others is hurting themselves and what they really need is love. They need someone to see past their dirtiness and find their soul. They need someone to see the best in them until they can find it in themselves.
Don’t we all, sometimes?