Sometimes, it is ok to write for the sheer pleasure of writing, what I otherwise call the unleashing.
It is then also ok, to step into the quiet space.
When I studied Kabbalah, a huge portion of what I studied was to be in a place of no judgment.
Intellectually, I could not grasp it, isn’t having an opinion always a judgment?
Or is it what you do with that opinion? If you breath life into it, if you fuel it without regard for where the recipient may be standing?
Do we have an underlying obligation to understand our audience before we judge? Before we opine? Before we cast the sword of unilateral intent?
I believe we do.
I know the power and the damage of words.
I know the importance of standing up, not just for oneself, but for countless others.
I also know, words are like stones cast, they are sure to land somewhere, and who are we at the end of the day, to dictate what someone else should feel?
I don’t know.
I know it is unfair to suffocate another’s heart, another’s opinion, I wonder, can we suffocate in reverse? By not adding more words, timber, to the fire, do we suffocate those who need that interaction?
Where is the balance then? How do we learn to not judge? How do we learn to not judge in our not judging?