"Imagine if, when we were born, we were marked with a symbol that would serve a predestination in our lives. And that very symbol would define our actions, intentions, and thoughts. On the surface, we are the symbol that marks us. This makes sense in a every society, since we are judged based upon what is on the surface.
Now picture this; every single one of our mistakes, instantly marked upon our chests--right for the world to see. Say you got an F on a math test, and the teacher forced you to wear that F for the entire day, maybe even week--maybe even a year.
But what if you studied for the math test, you just didn't understand how to solve the problems. Or maybe you were too busy to study. The fact is, no one knows this when they see the gigantic F stamped right across your chest. Instead the F glares back, speaking for itself--automatically silencing you without uttering a word.
The reality is, everyone fails and makes a mistake. The goal is not to assume the truth of someone is their physical representation.
You are your own reality. You know your own truth. So when did it become our right to know everyone else’s? When did we become the judge for a trial we are not even part of?
Perhaps the answer is “not within our stars, but within ourselves”.
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