Judgement. It consumes all of us. Even if we don’t act on a judgement, or fail to realize that we’re judging something, it will always be there. Judgements can be hard to shake once they’ve been made, and follow us like a cloud creating shadows, where there is supposed to be light. There are many things that I can be judged on: the fact that I wear the headscarf, that I’m a woman, that I work hard, that I’m a leader.
I am judged, and I judge others. This is the vicious cycle. We would all love to join hands and make a pact that there will be absolutely no judgement in the world. That we can feel free to let loose and tousle our own hair, or speak up with the voice of a little girl, or a thousand lionesses. We can swear that our gypsy hearts will entwine in each others to suffocate our judgemental heads. But then we drive home and tell ourselves that we’re putting our foot down. No more. No more. We are children that know not to touch the mesmerising fire, but then do not have the self control to simply stand back and watch the flame dance while our backsides grow cold from the stump that keeps us grounded.
The forest night around us sings of the girl we saw last period fall down and the boy who has the voice of a girl. The night sky above is anonymity that we feel safe and secure in while we drink in the gossip around us, like an alcohol that we get drunk off of. We are hardwired to be curious, in the same way that we are hardwired to judge. Simple human nature does not make that wrong. Acting on those judgements, verbalizing those judgements and reacting because of those judgements is when nature becomes vicious and attacks. And you, my dear reader, have just made a judgement about me and my writing. It is now in your hands what you do with this information. It is your responsibility. That – that is the truth about judgement. That is what makes all of the difference.