Photo by Chaney Zimmerman
My entire life has been spent listening to people tell me the details of what is wrong with me. It’s like being slapped over and over again, just for being me.
I have listened to people tell me I have no capacity for peace, or truth. I’ve heard them say I lack the necessary skills for this or for that. I’ve had them horde knowledge like it is gold that they refuse to share.
They say if I changed, didn’t say ‘this’ or do ‘that’, then things could be different. There are so many people who think I should be something other that I am.
It is this judgement, this tearing down of a person that is so injurious to the world. We are all guilty of it, if not now, then at some point.
It is difficult to stand tall while being hit with the barrage of negativity. They say they are trying to help me be better, but in reality, they only want me to bend to their will and accept their judgement. To seek their ‘righteous’ teachings and opinions of who I ought to be.
Trying not to let anger or sorrow cloud my vision and truth, I say so-long, adios. I am glad they find peace in this behavior. They can maintain it … away from me.