XII. Judge Yourselves

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Why do we judge people if we don’t have full and absolute knowledge of their reality?

“Those shoes are fake, for sure”

The need to judge others always stems from oneself. Pay attention, woman: when you mentally criticize someone else’s shoes or hair, you almost always do so out of envy, for the truth is you wanted to occupy a fragment of that other person’s reality.

“Either it’s money… or she’s a relative!”

Come on, man, when you see a friend or acquaintance with a gorgeous woman, sometimes you think he won her over on his own merits.

Pay attention together, now! A beautiful woman passes by with a man in a convertible. Immediately the woman thinks the other woman is only interested in the guy’s money, and the men think the guy is with the “hottie” only because he has money.

Don’t we reveal our entire reality when we speak?

“Judge a man by his questions, not by his answers.”

— Voltaire.

Perhaps he was right. Whenever we share our opinion with the “outside world” beyond ourselves, we give vent to our personality, our values, and our dignity; which feel free to roam or captivate those around us.

Sometimes I think our words are nothing more than a mirror of our soul, externalizing everything we feel, hear, understand, and think. If our conviction, our soul, our feelings cannot be contained in this piece of flesh called body, why insist?

Freud explains: we human beings invariably tend to see in others what, though intimately desired, we lack the courage to own. All I can do is dream that people will stop judging others as they judge themselves. And worse, stop judging themselves mercilessly. Wanting too much to live something that is not your reality will make you lose your own.

I think that’s it. I’ll store the leftover madness in a 1.99 Tupperware from the fair and be happy for now.

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Laura Esteves

Laura Esteves

Laura Esteves builds worlds with words, and dismantles the ones that already exist. She writes about what hurts, what transforms and what refuses to be forgotten. She writes about love, identity and the systems that insist on defining us.

She believes literature is the only place where truth doesn't need permission. Her texts are born from the certainty that every story told with courage is an act of freedom; for whoever writes and whoever reads.