Why assume that we can fully comprehend
The complexities of a life that’s been distilled
Like postcards into the surface we encounter;
A collection of experiences, memories,
Grievances, and opinions — some our own;
Others sent to us and treasured
For reasons now obscured —
And yet we persist in judging,
Based only on what we see: so much easier
Than taking time to explore what lies beneath.
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