He is not so drunk after all, the bars have closed, the streetlights glow orange above the sidewalks, a man is staggering towards the corner, swinging like a desperate orangutan from post to post on the iron gates that line the front porches, his shoes untied, he is mumbling, he is incoherent, he is wearing his finest shirt, I understand his every word
"Judge not, that you be not judged." Matt 7:1 Today, I'm trying to remember that self-destruction is at turns both a reasonable relief and a foolish, temporary escape. Trying to remember that we are better served to withhold our judgements for pains that we do not understand. And most importantly, to love in spite of them.