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WHO ARE WE❓

We live in a world where opinions are quick and judgments are quicker.
A world where we label before we listen, conclude before we understand. 

But pause for a moment and ask yourself: 

Who are we? 

Who are we to call it cringe
When someone else calls it love? 

Who are we to call it boring
When someone finds it fascinating? 

Who are we to say someone isn’t worthy
When we don’t know their true worth? 

Who are we to call it luck
When it is someone else’s hard work? 

Who are we to say they’re dramatic
When we haven’t felt their pain? 

Who are we to dominate someone
When we don’t know their capabilities? 

Really… who are we? 

Who are we to judge a person?
Who are we to downgrade their character? 

Everyone carries a different perspective,
A different story,
A different personality. 

We all see the world through different lenses —. No two perspectives are the same. No two personalities are identical.
No one is a reflection of someone else. 

So maybe the question isn’t about who they are.
Maybe the question is about who we choose to be. 

If you cannot offer kindness, offer silence.
If you cannot offer support, offer space.
If you cannot heal, do not wound.
If you cannot build, do not break. 

Not every opinion needs to be spoken.
Not every thought needs to be shared.

Because every heart is fighting a battle
We know nothing about.
Because in the end, no one is perfect —
We're all beautifully imperfect. 

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