People are wonderful and complicated. As I grow older (I seem to be talking a lot about my age recently, I’m really not that old) I’m seeing less black and white in the motives and actions of others. 

We have so much diversity of background, the history that brought us to the present moment is unique for each person. One moment I may be content, the next I may feel unnerved and worn out. If you talk to me in a lower moment you may think that represents me. It doesn’t, it’s just part of it. 

So I try to have grace toward others, knowing I’m seeing them in just a portion of what they represent; there’s so much more.