I Can Only See What Makes Sense to Me...

Two little girls came into the world.  Born on the same day, with all of humanity's innate longings and love...

Lily was warm; the cozy room was full of family and love in kind conversation.  Happy faces communicated hope and security.  Looking ahead filled with faith of what would come and the unfolding of a picture of a life of happy adventure.  This was how she grew up.

Rose sat alone; cold in a barren room waiting for her over-worked mother to return.  There was not even hope for her in her mother's coming for she was beaten from her work and nothing remained for Rose, nothing but sharing in despair.  Hard, hopeless survival without light at the end of any conceivable tunnel.  This is how she grew up.

These girls grew into women.

Lily was vibrant, full of youthful excitement about life.  She was quick to try new things without concern for she was well aware of the unconditional love that flowed to her from her parents.  She made some mistakes but was able to learn from them and found success in abundance and balance.  Life seemed to call out to her with an invitation to challenges and adventure that filled her with hope, love and living fully.  She was ready to tackle was was next in life.

Rose was hard.  Her face only responding as was necessary for survival.  Nothing was real - it was only what had to be done.  She had no experience of tenderness or true kindness.  She knew only of taking.  Of people wanting and there being a price for everything.  Men bought her for a price.  She closed tight all real feelings and became stone.  She had tried to run, tried to change her circumstances - the cost was a pain too great to bare.  There was only hurt left for her; life was all pain.  She tucked those feelings of hurt and pain far into the depths of herself to keep from crumbling all together.

Can Lily understand Rose?  Can Rose understand Lily?  If they both witnessed the same scene, would their interpretation be the same?

They can only see what makes sense to them!

It is vital for us to remember that we walk in no one's shoes but our own.  We cannot and should not expect anyone to be the same.  Judging others finds a whole new perspective when looked at from this angle.