At the moment I am finding it difficult to remember that everyone has their own path, their own journey, their own lessons to learn. As much as I want to treat everyone with loving-kindness and respect, I am struggling not to judge my neighbours harshly when I turn to politics.
Politics is the one area of life where I feel, opinions speak as loudly as actions. On the one hand, I have to respect everyone but on the other hand I struggle to respect those who believe in hatred and disrespecting others.
I feel that, more than in any time in the past, now is the time for protecting those who are different. Now is the time to take care of those who cannot care for themselves. Now is the time that mimics the 1930s, the time of warning, the time to repel hatred.
Yet, I also believe that I am not the person to judge anyone. I have made too many mistakes and inadvertently hurt too many people to judge anyone. I am not important. I’m not significant enough for anyone to listen to me. Is it right to shout out against perceived injustice?
No. Don’t shout. The best way forward is to show people my path and to allow them to come to their own conclusions. I might not be strong enough to influence society’s river but I might be able to create ripples on a pond.
