I'm bemused by the stories I've been hearing. I'm trying to make sense of them. Where to start?
I know of people who constantly have a gripe about someone. It's always this person or that pissing them off. The trouble always lies with the world waging war against them.
There goes before me a hangat discussion about the notion of 'acceptance' these days. And I'm still in-between thoughts about it. But you know, I think acceptance is everywhere. Some people may like you more than others. Some may not like being around you very much at all. Still, people have yet to bomb my car because of my existence. No one has said things that broke my resolve or humiliated my heritage. It may be happening somewhere in the world, but not to you. Not to me.
So why is it I hear grumbling about people who are meant to be our brothers & sisters? Where does this discontent with each other stem from? If we want to be understood, then choose to first understand. Instead of always playing the innocent who's cruelly misjudged and accused, why don't we first take a step back and evaluate why someone reacts to us the way they do? What have we done that may have caused the misunderstanding and could it have been avoided? Why are we constantly being misunderstood? Is it because we're shit at communication?
While no one likes explaining themselves all the time, it surely can't be that difficult to just let your actions speak for you? When you hurl abuse at other people, don't defend yourself, just accept that maybe you were THAT angry. And apologise where needed later. If you believe in something good, then let good things come forth from you. It is cliche to say, but ACTIONS will speak where no words can.
If you only show who you truly are, then you will not be playing the 'i'm so misunderstood' card all the time. Then you'll find that when you have accepted yourself, you can begin to accept what others think of you. You'll find you can accept others too., no matter how flawed they are. Often, you'll discover that you have taken offense unnecessarily.
Love can cover a multitude of sins.
Do we love?
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