I was visiting my grandpa this weekend, and I realize that I always find myself overanalyzing people and situations and decisions that others make. And judging them. Ohhh, that word. Judgement. I wish it wasn't true, but we all have a bias for something. And I just recently realized that I need to separate these. Judgement and understanding. Just because I judge something (and I'm always trying to judge more gently), does not mean I have to understand it. Woah. I do not HAVE to understand anything. Isn't that kind of cool?
Now, personally, I am all about jumping into life and shouting with joy all the way through. So. I'm going to love everything I do not understand. Just put my whole heart into it and embrace it, whether my brain is able to comprehend its divets and secrets and strange crevices.
Don't take that the wrong way. I'm not going to love those horrible tragedies that I don't understand. I don't love the Westboro Baptist Church (yeah, that's the one you always hear about on the news) or the leaders of the Holocaust or anything like that. Because I think that some part of me does understand, and that's the part of me that grieves with parents and friends and children when a loved one dies. I don't understand why these things happen, but I do understand the kindness and love that we can surround these events with.
Anyway. So. Love what you do not understand. Just love it! It's that simple. Allow your mind to relish in the bright wonders of something you know nothing about.
And don't forget to spread kindness along the way.