JUDGEMENTS AND MISJUDGMENTS

One thing I will always hate about judgements and misjudgements is that there will be a few of them that will invariably have power over you, will rip your heart out time and again, and will make you question just about everything. You can preach all about growing up, moving on, having your life together, rising over the bullshit and yet you will give in.

I am sure we have all been there, I have been there, I am still there, I am somehow always there, living with it! It makes me feel sick to the bone when I realise that all of our insecurities and fears originate from where we are supposed to feel most loved, secure and appreciated. The worst of it does not come from the outsiders. It comes from our own family, people who are close to us, people who are capable to sway us through their judgements and opinions.

Why do we always fall short of things? Why nothing is enough? Why having a good heart isn’t enough, or why loving someone isn’t enough, or why trying your best isn’t enough, or why being your own self isn’t enough?

It takes time to reach where a person wishes to be, or you want that person to be. And to speed up that process, we need empowerment, not judgements. We need support, we need to stand by each other, no matter what. The beauty of life is in diversity, inclusive of our strengths, our differences and our flaws.

Why can’t we just rise above judgements and be more accepting, letting everyone just be…

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