The truth isn’t “out there.” It’s inside, buried beneath fear and opinions.
On how many interesting relationships have I missed out by labeling others as — well — others? How much common ground have I missed because of my unskillful ability to hear what others were really saying?
When I think of people with prejudices, how much of the judging is mine?
How many have I pushed away because of what were really superficial differences in points of view?
How interested am I — really — in learning more about the world and the people in it? Enough to keep my mouth shut and listen, and then find something I can agree with, rather than automatically disagreeing with those…others?
Sometimes I seem to be improving in those areas, slowly but surely, although I have a long way to go. How are you doing?