Everyone has a story that helps explain, not excuse, why they think the way they do. Taking the time to listen to another’s tale is a gift to them. Having them take the time to tell us the what and wherefore of their lives is a gift to us. If we take the time to listen, we will never be the same. If they take the time to tell us, nor will they be.
Some people, and some groups, seem to beg you to hate them.
This feels like the Universe’s big exam before many of us graduate to the next level of awareness.
There is a Buddhist meditation that says, “Just like everyone else, all that is mine, beloved and pleasing, will change, will become otherwise, will become separated from me.” The mantra is intended to help prepare us for loss, and for our death.