Judgment…

It’s a funny thing.

All through time we have been taught not to judge others; but why is, what should be a straight forward thing, be so difficult?

Why do we do this? Is it because we are experts on everyone else’s journeys? Could it perhaps elevate our own personal state of importance? Maybe even give our own merger lives some form of depth and richness?

What if, however; the shoe was on the other foot and we were the ones being judged. Would we still be able to sleep soundly at night? If our thoughts of others were worn on our skin, would we still be seen as beautiful?

Maybe the question needs to be asked, ‘is what I’m thinking going to benefit anyone or will it only hinder?’. ‘Will it uplift or discourage?’. What if this is being said about me? How would that make me feel? How would I react?

Why is it so hard to just accept people’s shortcomings?