I used to be different than I am today. I used to be imperfect and still am through the eyes of the one that has changed by the way of reflection, experience and grace.
I tend to have molded myself and those around me into a certain shape conforming to the rigidity of standards set forth by my own understanding of what life should be, dismissing the individualistic influences on the lives of others that has drought into this world a unique, imperfect, and different human.
I would like:
To see others as different, but not crazy.
To see others as imperfect, but not stupid.
To see others as hurt, but not evil.
To see others as in progress, but not complete.
To see others as complimentary, but not as outcasts.
To see others as doing their best, but not incompetent.
The separation between people is only as wide as their acceptance of their imperfections, and the appreciation of their differences.