Different, aren't we all?
When I create anything, be it a wallpaper or a drawing, I always make sure there are borders. Everything is in its place and there is a place for everything. I also plan where I place a picture. In other words, I can be very structured when I'm working.

My youngest sister can be the opposite. She is creative but in a very chaotic manner. Well, to me, at least. She swears it's the latest trend. She can be very random in her placement of things. When I ask her why she put that icon there or even why that icon, she seldom has an answer that's logical to my ears. With me, I can explain exactly why I placed that icon where I did.

Our other sister just does what she wants to do. It seldom makes sense to us and a lot of times, she grabs her best ideas from us anyway. But that is not my point.

My point is we share DNA and we share parents and a home and whole lot of things. But we are different from each other. Just because we live together in the same home and our parents brought us up does not mean we have to share the exact same traits and likes and dislikes and behaviour. We are different just as everyone is different from everyone else. It is not fair to expect us to be the same just because we share the same genetics.

Nobody should have to conform to what their siblings are like or be like their siblings. Everyone has a right to be themselves. And anybody who does not realise this or accept it yet cannot place judgement on anyone who chooses to be different. We make our own choices and we will be the ones living with that choice; not you, not the aunty next door, definitely not the busybody friends who think they can tell you what to do with your children.
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To err is human
I have seen many kinds of people. Some I interacted with, even liked, while some I just knew from a distance. I have seen them make mistakes and I have seen some of  them learn from their mistakes. The humbler ones even admitted to committing those mistakes and were big enough to apologise for them. The not-so-humble ones either never admitted upon knowing or just went their merry way feeling holier-than-thou.

Some of the most pleasant feelings I have ever had has been from knowing that I know people who have admitted they have made mistakes and are willing to change. Even as they have decided to age gracefully and be a better person, they are also aware that others can and have made the same mistakes they did. They accept people as they are without judging them based on anything at all. For that reason I am proud to call them my friends even as I sometimes wonder how they regard me.

But it doesn't matter. They know I accept them just as they are and I hope they return the favour. I may have had a momentary lapse in judgement about them or I might have even made the mistake of being too full of myself and judged them. But I see how they are now and I realise I have always enjoyed their company. And I hope they enjoy mine.

Now if friends or even acquaintances can do this for one another, it is indeed a sad, sad day when parents and family cannot, isn't it? But that is another story for another day.

For now, remember that "To err is human, to forgive Divine". We may be only human but we could try our hardest to be a better man (or woman).
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