A broken down me
Was what it took
To find who I had become
And as the pieces slowly reconciled
Who I chose to be
Became my true identity
It wasn’t until I had fallen apart
And my knees were on the ground
That I saw inside
And wasn’t happy with I found…
So mending back together
The best pieces left of me
And leaving aside the atrocities
… A complicated task
But one that will set me free
A whirlwind of light, of first times and new beginnings…
A chance to push aside my fears
A chance to wipe away the tears…
The person I once called me
Is someone who I choose not to be
The person I now call me
Will take a challenge and embrace it
The person I now call me
Has what it takes to make it
Each moment a beautiful new sign
For what is ahead in time…
The me I am is one I love
The me I am is one I respect
The me I am is ready to connect
With the person inside who was there all along. -Jane Fox ©
If you’re looking down at someone it had better be to help them get up…
Nothing irks me more than the callous eyes that lay a warm blanket of predetermined judgement on someone they know nothing about.
But what does judging mean?
It’s human nature to feel, observe and act accordingly to the people around you.
Judging to me means to treat someone differently than another because you don’t agree with something they do, are or have done. As if you have a right.
All of the great prophets and religious leaders teach the art of judging yourself before you do others….
Here’s a theory I like…. absorb what people have to offer. Accept it, embrace it, chew on it for a bit, then keep it to yourself. Don’t hand out unsolicited advice. Don’t treat them poorly or harshly because they have different views than you. Just let it be. Nothing more. Smile at the beauty of individualism, offer your support when it’s needed or asked for. And lift people up.
We all have a story. We shouldn’t be afraid to share it. We shouldn’t hide behind our imperfections. We shouldn’t fear isolation because we walk a different way.
Its simple knowledge. My son, who was 6 at the time taught me that I had done an awesome job at being a mom when he told me that he ended a fight in school between a Buddhist and a Christian (himself) by telling the other child that God speaks to people in anyway they need it. He appears to them that way too. Its the same God. With the same love. He just looks and sounds different to different people. There is no right or wrong way to love him. They ended up becoming best of friends.
I’ve never been prouder.
So love. Lift up the ones you love. Brighten someone’s day. Teach acceptance. Embrace love. And watch how your world will change.