let me never become so certain

a person can cause deep hurt and never understand that they have done so.

i have witnessed a person make fun of another’s ignorance while being completely unaware of their own.

we can look at the same sunrise and each see it differently based on which direction we face. we’d paint a different sky and insist on our truth.

i have lived a moment in life where the person who harmed me truly couldn’t see it any other way. she was the victim and it was i who had wronged her. only to realize she was seeing it through another’s lies.

i have been wrong before, too blind to see the truth.

there is a possibility that in my blindness i could harm another, and i hold that possibility carefully.

experience has taught me to trust my judgment, but it has also taught me how easily certainty can outrun truth.

there is too much at stake when another human heart is involved.

every person i meet carries a history i cannot see, wounds i do not know about, loves that shaped them, fears they rarely speak of, and a story far larger than the small piece i am allowed to witness.

so when i stop and look again, when i question my own conclusions, when i ask myself if there is something i am not seeing, it is not indecision.

it is reverence.

reverence for the possibility that i may be missing something.

for the complexity of another life.