Dear Judgment, What’s your deal? All of my life, I feel like I’ve been trying to distinguish between you and discernment, you and moral outrage, you and aspiration. Case in point: sometimes I think I am seeing the best in other people, what they are capable of, what they secretly dream for themselves that I know they can do and be…and it has felt like a burden to them. Like I am hovering around waiting for them to become someone else, someone better, someone more worthy of my love. What a terrible confusion–like I’ve sent a letter of admiration and faith that arrives looking like expectation and disappointment.
Dear Judgment
Dear Judgment, What’s your deal? All of my life, I feel like I’ve been trying to distinguish between you and discernment, you and moral outrage, you and aspiration. Case in point: sometimes I think I am seeing the best in other people, what they are capable of, what they secretly dream for themselves that I know they can do and be…and it has felt like a burden to them. Like I am hovering around waiting for them to become someone else, someone better, someone more worthy of my love. What a terrible confusion–like I’ve sent a letter of admiration and faith that arrives looking like expectation and disappointment.
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