Morher’s Day on the beach. Where did all of these people come from? All shapes, sizes and ages. I found myself judging people as I saw them. Like I could really know anything about them by how they look. I caught myself fortunately. Each person I see is a book full of stories, experiences, values, political views, failures, successes, ambitions, desires and inner voices. They are products of their upbringing including where they were raised. In effect, I know almost nothing about them and never will. And same goes for them and me.
I guess the best I can do is keep my head on a swivel, smile and nod when my eyes meet someone else’s, walk with good posture and a smile on my face.
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