The Smooth Art Of Reserving Judgement
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I’m more about being tutored than arguing these days. Except for the fun of it.
The books have humbled me.Contemplating the sheer immensity of life, one realizes he is but a mere speck in the splash, blurred and blended, both insignificant and relevant simultaneously.On the hunt for knowledge, you’re consumed by that which you’re nourished by: that prideful curiosity.And laid back, stripped of any certainty, the only thing you’re left with is hope.Reserving judgment is a matter of infinite hope.I am a afraid of missing something if I don’t factor in every tiny bit of the whole story.But as I snobbishly suggest now that I’ve come to the realization, I am reminded also that a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.
