Imperfections

A weight fell from my shoulders. The heaviness of judgment. It crashed to the ground. Quietly. Almost unnoticed. Taking me by surprise. A weight I didn't know I had been carrying. For so long. Forever it seemed. And now it was gone. Forever. An irreversible experience.

Day after day. Story after story. Every time. I had judged. With ethical justifications. With self-proclaimed righteousness. I was different. They were them. I was right. They were wrong. Or perhaps weak. Maybe ill-intended. I did not know. I still don't.

I carried the weight of the difference I observed. Made myself live up to an expectation. A perfection I had to maintain. My decision. No one asked me. No one made me. Self-imposed. A promise harder and harder to keep. Or to justify.

And the irreversible experience happened. My choice. Knowingly. Understanding the consequences. Perhaps only partly. But definitely consciously. What did that make me? Wrong, weak, ill-intended?

Now there is no divide. No me and them. Just everyone. Leaving no room for judgment. No room for comparison. Just being. Each to their own. On our respective paths. Naturally. Humanely.

I no longer feel the need to set myself apart. It feels lighter. More free. There is space for new empathy. Better love. Acceptance.

Possibly to never be repeated again. Probably. For different reasons. New reasons. Yet I can cherish it. And embrace the change it initiated. With love. Understanding. For myself. For others.

Embracing this new imperfection in me. Making me, ironically, better. Kinder. Softer. A perfect imperfection. Through an irreversible experience.