“I judge them all the time, yet I don’t understand them.”
Someone I was talking to recently said this, and the sentence really leapt out at me. There’s a lot here, and it’s so intensely human. At last I hope it is — I’m definitely guilty of it myself.
I wonder if a more revealing way to look at the same sentiment is this:
“I don’t understand them, so I judge them all the time.”
Being judgmental is a failure of empathy and of curiosity. What can we ask or imagine that will bring us closer to compassion than to condemnation?
