Being alone in public makes me more aware of my many judgements. The person next to me speaking on their iPhone on speaker detailing out what she ate at a restaurant last night, the rage that hits me when someone disturbs this quiet and peace.
"How dare she ruin this moment? I am drinking a smoothie here!"
Then I listen to the conversation and can tell she is lonely and the man that shes speaking to calls her sweetheart and is so patient with her, so loving.
Him: "Oh really that sounds delicious. Did you finish it?
Her: "Of course I did. Let me tell you about desert."
And as I ask my rage to melt so I can see her I begin to realize she might have just lost someone, she is grasping for a hand to hold in each moment so she doesnt slip.
She is precious and it almost makes me cry.
I am getting that it is not so much people I hate but rather how I decide to see them.
May I be strong enough to look for their preciousness underneath and if I cant find it, may I just look harder.