You never know someone until you walk in their skin, and relive their memories and experiences that shape them. Who are you to say that the girl dressed skimpily is a prostitute? Or perhaps they are just broken souls trying to find love. We are all broken somewhat and fumbling our way in the dark for love and comfort. Some of us find it in sex, some in food, some in friends and others in fitness. But who are we to determine which is the right way for others?

Life shapes people and their perspectives, and you might think that what they are doing is wrong. However, it does not necessarily mean that your perspective is right.I think the world would be a better place to live in if we could remove our prejudices and values, and try to view things from other’s perspectives. It is alright to tell them what you think, but it is not okay to impose your viewpoint on them. You cannot insist that what they are doing is wrong when you have not walked in their shoes.

As we walk in this world we carry with us sacred stories. We are all our stories; stories that can be both prison and the crowbar to break open the door of that prison. We make stories to save ourselves or to trap ourselves or others – stories that lift us up or smash us against the stone wall of our own limits and fears. A valued person lives in a society in which her story has a place.Listen to others for reasons beyond the pleasure or the selfish gain of it; do it because everyone in this world has a story to tell, an infinite combination of a finite amount of words that somehow will never be told in the same order by anyone else. Listen to the beauty of people’s lives: the way their eyes gleam when they tell you the happiest moment of their lives, the way the tears fall when they do the saddest.Allow yourself to let your walls down as others do to you and grasp every detail that embodies every second of that person’s life. Let it consume you, lose yourself in their stories like you do with your favorite movies. You may not be able to change the way their life went, but the fact that you were interested enough to be part of their story makes a world to them.