Far too often, we stand as hasty gardeners, pruning the lives of others with shears of judgment, unaware of the roots that twist beneath the surface. We see only the wilted leaves, the crooked branches, and mistake them for the entirety of the tree. Yet, how little we know of the storms they’ve weathered, the soil they’ve grown in, or the seasons that have shaped their existence. Our eyes, clouded by the fog of our own biases, fail to see the blossoms hidden in the shadows, the strength in the scars, the beauty in the struggle.
What if we paused, knelt down, and touched the earth from which they rise? What if we listened to the whispers of their stories, carried on the wind like seeds seeking fertile ground? For every life is a garden, cultivated by choices we may not understand, watered by tears we may never see. Who are we to declare which flowers should bloom, which paths should wind, which seasons should come and go?
Let us instead walk through this world with the grace of a gentle breeze, carrying the fragrance of empathy. Let us observe with eyes softened by kindness, hearts widened by compassion, and minds open to the infinite shades of truth. For in the act of understanding, we find not only the beauty of others but the reflection of our own humanity.
To judge is to build walls; to appreciate is to plant bridges. Let us choose the latter, for in the garden of understanding, every soul finds its place to grow, to flourish, to belong. Let us water the seeds of connection with the dew of gratitude, and watch as the world blooms into a tapestry of shared light and shared love.
So, let us strive to appreciate more and judge less. Let us be the keepers of kindness, the tenders of tenderness, the guardians of grace. For in this sacred act of seeing deeply, we not only enrich the lives of others but sow the seeds of a more harmonious and fulfilling existence for ourselves.
MyKoul