I was shocked by its vulnerability. So full of hope. So full of fear.
Just like mine.
If only we all had transparent bodies so we could see each others hearts more often.
Oh, the possibilities…
I was sitting in a super crowded tram yesterday when an elderly, slightly annoying couple entered. Two women sitting next to me promptly exchanged their judgements on them. Hearing that, I had my own judgmental thoughts about those two women, followed by “Why are people so willing to think badly about their neighbors?”. That thought wasn’t even finished when I realized that while I was getting worked up about the behavior of those two women, I was doing the . exact . same . thing . Willingly thinking badly of others, be it that couple or the two women.
How often do we fail to do ourselves what we expect from others? I chose the title “I am you” because this thought will help to humble myself and let me realize that the faults I see in others are my faults also. We are the same and thereby connected. I am you.
This train of thought is not yet finished, actually it keeps getting more complicated. I am not yet ready to express this verbally. But found this rough sketch I made some time ago and thought it well fitting (sorry for the bad quality, I will try to make a better version soon).