I'm truly sick of being judged by people who don't know an atom about me. The facts which they cling on derive from their impressions and judgments of my cyber persona, which might not even be of any relation to me in real. Sometimes, the mere presence of a fleeting moment is sufficed for their enactment of Judgment Day.
Who gives them the right to make judgments when they don't know the least bit, to be in that position? Who gives them the power to put someone down based on their assumptions? Who gives them the authority to label another, just because it doesn't fit into their perceived cultural and habitual correctness?
Who are they to think themselves more superior or righteous than others?
Who are those people?
We wonder why the war doesn't end. We wonder why there's racial disharmony. We wonder why the world is screwed up.
Have we ever made a conscious effort to stop the blame game and look upon ourselves? Have we ever looked at ourselves in the mirror, properly? Have we ever made an honest reflection?
I'm never perfect, and I never will. Everyday I'm learning something new about myself; my faults and rights, my strengths and weaknesses. Yet, never did I ever make it a point to advocate my beliefs and values on others, because I know we relate and perceive differently. I never think of myself to be more superior or righteous than anyone.
No doubt, such thoughts appear once in a while, but I make it a point to tell myself that I am in no position to make such a call, because there will never be right or wrong to it. So the best I can do is to bask in the knowledge that I have my own sets of cultures, beliefs and values, and that it differs from everyone else. All I’m entitled to is the act of giving thanks in having found something that goes well with the way I want to live my life.
That is all there ever is to Life.
There are myriad of reasons to why you want to judge me, yet those reasons never really do matter.
As for me, the only reason why I still care about how people deem me is because I have yet to understand detachment. I’m still learning, but I know that the day of comprehension will arrive.
And when that day arrives, I’ll have to cease being your playmate. But I know you’ll have aplenty.
And when that day comes, this will be my parting gift to you.
Who gives them the right to make judgments when they don't know the least bit, to be in that position? Who gives them the power to put someone down based on their assumptions? Who gives them the authority to label another, just because it doesn't fit into their perceived cultural and habitual correctness?
Who are they to think themselves more superior or righteous than others?
Who are those people?
We wonder why the war doesn't end. We wonder why there's racial disharmony. We wonder why the world is screwed up.
Have we ever made a conscious effort to stop the blame game and look upon ourselves? Have we ever looked at ourselves in the mirror, properly? Have we ever made an honest reflection?
I'm never perfect, and I never will. Everyday I'm learning something new about myself; my faults and rights, my strengths and weaknesses. Yet, never did I ever make it a point to advocate my beliefs and values on others, because I know we relate and perceive differently. I never think of myself to be more superior or righteous than anyone.
No doubt, such thoughts appear once in a while, but I make it a point to tell myself that I am in no position to make such a call, because there will never be right or wrong to it. So the best I can do is to bask in the knowledge that I have my own sets of cultures, beliefs and values, and that it differs from everyone else. All I’m entitled to is the act of giving thanks in having found something that goes well with the way I want to live my life.
That is all there ever is to Life.
There are myriad of reasons to why you want to judge me, yet those reasons never really do matter.
As for me, the only reason why I still care about how people deem me is because I have yet to understand detachment. I’m still learning, but I know that the day of comprehension will arrive.
And when that day arrives, I’ll have to cease being your playmate. But I know you’ll have aplenty.
And when that day comes, this will be my parting gift to you.
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