There is so much inside of me screaming to get out. There are so many directions it wants to go that I figure it would perhaps be better to keep my mouth shut or I'll throw daggers in the wrong direction when I mean to simply state the truths of my heart. As hard as that can be to understand. Sometimes it's hard to tell just where the shots that tore you open came from.
We are the collection of every story we have ever heard. Our judgments come from where we have been, but maybe we haven't been to the right places to make the judgments we do.
Oh! If only we could see each other beyond our own judgments of who each of us are. How different would you look if I could get beyond myself; beyond my own world of judgments? Maybe I am not what you thought I was either. How sad that we can think we are so close to each other and never know each other at all?
'You had a life time to learn how to love each other. Where did the time go?'
I long to know the you of you. I long to share who I am with those who want to know. And perhaps in the process we can learn a little more about ourselves and the world around us. Perhaps if we can shed the judgments and see each other pure, we can spread that into the world around us and start a new phenomenon. Come, let us change the world.