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You judge me...I judge you!!




Sometimes, I am a very judgemental person...
Sometimes, my friends are very judgemental..about me...
Sometimes, my relatives are very judgemental...about me
But why I am thinking about all this...
Because it HURTS when someone judges me and it hurts the others when I judge them...it gives emotional wounds and I really don’t want them or to even give them.
So why do I do that?
Why do others do that?
Deep down, all that I want is that people should understand me and people want me to understand them. But somewhere, the default strategy is to spring back into being judgemental...
Judgement cuts my self-esteem and self-confidence like a sharp knife. But this game of passing the blame goes on day in and day out for all the waking hours.
Today morning my husband spoke to someone and he judged him, I gave him the “gyaan” of not being judgmental and understanding the perspective of the other. Also told him to see the complete picture before arriving at a conclusion. And guess what within the next microsecond, I judged my milkman who came late and started cribbing that my son could not have milk before going to school. And my husband said the same thing that I told him a second ago. “See the complete picture before arriving at a conclusion. He is always on time and today is one odd day that he is late”.
So so so easy to give gyaan but to apply it in my own life seems like swimming against a tide.
It's like
You judge me
I judge you
We are judging each other
Making the world a terrible place for each other...
Let's stop talking about each other...
You understand me
I understand you
We understand each other
Making the world a beautiful place for each other.
So let's talk to each other
Let's talk to each other.....
Let's just talk to EACH other...
So when I write this down, it is a reminder for me -my own self!!!
Let me stop what I do so that others stop what I do to them....
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