It is easy to judge. We judge, because we aren’t perfect. They judge us, because they aren’t perfect. And it is true, we can’t strive to be perfect, because that will never happen. But, we can delay any future judgements from our part, by striving to become better.
There once was a woman who decided to leave her warm lands and go on a journey. On her way, she passed by a village. It was fully decorated with bouquets of white and violet flowers. She saw a man picking up leaves, and asked him what was going on. He stared and walk away. She was taken by surprise by his rudeness, but kept walking.
Finally, she saw more villagers, but they were in such rush, she couldn’t even let out a whisper. She was getting frustrated. Why was this village full of rude people? She spotted a bridge and hoped to find polite villagers on the other side ( as if a bridge could divide manners).
She saw a woman sitting by a bench. Her eyes were swollen and red. She had obviously been crying. As she approached, she noticed a basket next to her. She would soon find out that there was a baby inside. But just as she was about to greet her, the woman looked a bit reluctant towards her. Then, she hastily walked away. Was she hiding something? Perhaps, she was about to do something to her infant? What ever it was, she had enough with the rudeness.
She kept on walking until she reached a strawberry farm. The farmer greeted her and offered her a sample. The berries were delicious. She asked about his life, and pointed out how great it was that his family helped. She was happy she
was finally talking to someone. She told the farmer about her ordeal with the village. He looked in disbelief and assured her the villagers wouldn’t do such thing. Although, he mentioned he hadn’t seen them for a while, due to being ill. After the conversation, she grabbed a basket full of fruit and decided to go back home.
She had to pass through the village once again, but this time everything was different. Two villagers greeted her with crowns of flowers and a basket full of bread. “These people are definitely crazy,” she thought to herself. She played along and kept walking. The grounds were covered in petals, there were tables and empty plates everywhere. But, before she could ask what happened, she saw the woman with her infant, this time in her arms. “Why is she smiling?” She asked.
Everything was out of control in her mind. Was she going crazy? She didn’t want to wait to find out. She spotted a villager cleaning the tables and asked what was going on. His story took her by surprise:
“You see the lady holding her infant? That’s Mrs. Robeson. The Robeson family have been a positive influence in this village. They helped me when my farm was destroyed. Mr. Robeson passed away a few weeks ago, and she is now alone with her daughter. It’s been hard on all of us, but mostly on her. She’s holding on for her daughter. So, we put together a celebration, and we gifted her with a flower shop that she always wanted to own. All of us villagers built it together. It’s the first time we’ve seen her happy since Mr. Robeson’s passing”.
She was almost in disbelief, but before she could let out the tears, she offered her basket full of goods. The villager thanked her for her kindness, and she continued her way home.
Before she got far, the villager stopped her, and asked her where she got the goods from. She told him about the farmer, and he said, “that’s not possible. They passed away a year ago.” She didn’t want to stir up a heavy conversation, so she said, “perhaps, I’m mistaken,” and she left.
“Thank you for the basket, young lady. You are very kind,” said the villager.
“Not as kind as you,” she whisper.
Of course! The world doesn’t rule me today!