Life is imperfect. People are imperfect. Everyone I know is imperfect. This includes people I care about and people I simply tolerate. I am imperfect. My own flaws are like a bright light shining into my eyes. I accept my own imperfections and the flaws of others. I try to see beyond the flaws. I try to see the total person. I try to see beyond gender, race, ethnicity, and sexual preference. I try to see every person’s gift because I think we all have one regardless of how hidden it may be. Increased tolerance is one of the things I like about getting older. If you have any age on you my guess is that you have survived a lot. When you are aware of your own struggles and weaknesses, you are better able to accept the struggles and weaknesses of others. I am not sure where I first heard the saying “We all have a cross to bear” but I think that it is true. Even though people can make me crazy sometimes, I think most people are doing the best they can to be good people, good spouses, good parents, good employees, good neighbors, and good friends. I don’t think I know a single person who wakes up in the morning and thinks “I am going to be a terrible person today and I am going to do as much as I can to make other people’s lives miserable” or "I don't care about anything so I am going to make as little effort as possible to do well". I am not saying there aren’t people that do this but those that do represent a very, very small percentage of humanity. People are imperfect and flawed but the vast majority of people are good and caring people. Think about this today when you feel judgmental towards others. Cut other people some slack and hopefully these other people will do the same for you.
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