Have you ever wondered what makes us so apt to judge others? I have. What is it, that, even if we mean no harm, we are so inclined to think that we know better than another? The whole, if I were you… idea we offer up so freely, often without invitation. It’s like we can’t help ourselves. It’s something I try very hard not to do, but I realize I’m guilty of it as much as the next guy.
But the fact of the matter is, like the old saying goes, unless we have walked in another’s shoes and have lived his life, we can never truly know the motives behind another’s actions. Maybe that person doesn’t even understand his motives, but I’m a firm believer that now and again, we just have to go through certain stuff, even if it doesn’t make much sense to those around us. Say what you want, but we grow and learn from our mistakes, and if we never take those missteps, sometimes valuable lessons are missed.
As a parent, one of the hardest things is to see your child headed for heartache, but at times the most powerful lessons are those that cause a fair amount of turmoil through firsthand experience. We can advise, warn the ones we love, but in the end, we are all imperfect, and being hurt and learning to forgive can be very meaningful. This idea is what inspired me to write Somewhere Between Black and White.
Somewhere Between Black and White is available from Amazon now