Pardon me for my poor english.
I read this off a person I really idolize:
“”Love means to love that which is unlovable.” it’s a gift to look at someone with empty eyes. When eyes are full of judgement they can do nothing but broadcast those opinions, but empty eyes just take in and reflect back exactly what they see. Empty eyes allow themselves to be filled by the other person. Judging eyes are already too filled with judgement to take anything in. That’s what I think.”
It really made me think, you see, I’m not as kind as think I am. I just realized that while laying in my bed after reading that facebook status, pondering as to why I’m so miserable.
Looking back, I prided myself for being more accepting than my family, whose comments about people, mostly neighbors, can be heard everyday.
Now, it dawned on me that I’m truly no better, I judge and I judge though silently and very quickly.
No wonder I’m unhappy, holding on to shallow ideals of worth does that to you.
Or maybe I just think too much.