On judgement
We sat around the kitchen table, over a rushed bowl a soup and a quick chat. I love and care for her deeply, even if we have only been friends for three quarters of the past year. I don’t know if the affinity is that of souls who have known the pain of loss or the similarity of our existences. And she told me about her worries about how people perceive her. And I heard myself say to her what I had said to many others before: “Why do you care what others think of you?“ But then, perhaps because of my love for her, my soul found a way to enunciate it clearer than ever before. It said: “We are multifaceted beings, my dear, and what people usually judge us by is the one facet they know or need us to be. But you are more, much more than that.” It was like a revelation, the thought so clearly formed and put into almost visual shape. In the days that have passed, since we …