At some point or another, you're going to look back on your life and reflect on the decisions you've made. You're going to ask yourself "why in the world did I dress like that?" Or "Did I really say that?" You might even have to ask "how could I have treated that person that way?"
Then there are times in your life when you will look at yourself and see a monster. Or there are times where you will be that person who is being completely torn apart.
I think it's safe to say that I've been on both sides of that spectrum. Neither is right, neither is healthy, neither is fun. People are monsters. I learn that more and more every day...yet, the more I see the monster in them, the more I see that they need help. They need that loving hand to guide them, to tell them that it will be okay, to give them comfort. But they don't have it because of their blindness...maybe that's why God tells us to love our neighbors. We need to be the ones to help them. And, in the end, if we're the ones who end up being the monsters...well, then no one is at loss.
