I See You

I objectify you.

No, not in that way- don’t worry. I see you as a person, worthy of being treaty with dignity and not as “something” existing for the purpose of benefiting me. It is precisely because I see you as a person, as a “someone” worthy of respect that I objectify you. I see what you do, and I care enough about you to make a judgment about it. I see what you cannot see from within yourself, I have the power to go beyond your limited judgment from a subjective standpoint, and state things the way they are.

If only you could see what I see from out here. You would see your value, your spontaneous expressions, and your shyness. You would see someone who contents yourself never to object, never to blatantly stand up for yourself. You would see a worthiness of being loved. You would see intelligence that is undermined by yourself and others. You would see your weaknesses and your trials, and if you were me…you would love you even more for them. Not in spite of them, for them.

I wish you could see you objectified.

Injustice

Why is it so much easier to believe people are either black or white, completely guiltless, or the worst person in the world? Why is it so much harder to see that everyone is fighting the same fight I am, the fight for the good part of myself? I can see it so clearly in myself, but in everyone else is fighting a losing battle for my goodwill and understanding. Why am I not joyful when I see someone I don’t like showing virtue or goodness? Why does it make me angry? Because it threatens the case that I have built up against them? Is that why? If that is the case, in the end I have as much culpability for my lack of charity as they do for whatever I am holding against them. If their fault really offends me that much, shouldn’t I be overjoyed to see myself proved wrong? Why does it hurt my pride so much? And why, oh why, do I care that everyone else knows who they “truly are” or the “true persons” that I create them to be. Because, really, who am I to say who they truly are.