I went through it all.

Yes I judged and I was judged.

Did it feel good?… I cannot say!

What I can say is judging others was easier than being judged.

But why?

Why the need to judge or being judged?

I believe that judging someone comes from a place of hurt, or from an experience we went through earlier in life.

Recently, I judged someone. Someone dear to my heart.

I have met this person only once in my life. That day I felt that there was a strong connection between him and I. We had a wonderful time.

He became my guide, my mentor and a very dear friend.

After 5 years of rarely hearing from each other, he contacted me to meet him.

The very first question I asked…why does he want to meet me?

I came up with all sort of assumptions in my head…

My experience has been that men called me only because they wanted something from me.

I ghosted him and did not meet me. He tried to reach me but I stayed away.

After a few months, he contacted me again and this time he asked me to meet him again.

I told him what were my thoughts. And indirectly judged his wish to meet me as something he wanted from me.

In a way or the other I told him. And guess what…

I was wrong.

He wanted to meet me as a dear friend and because of the strong connection we had felt in our first meeting.

That was it…

I realised my mistake. But what did I do?

I judged him!

I was so ashamed of my thinking and behaviour at that very moment.

I apologised. Was that enough?

I don’t know.

All I know is that maybe I lost that strong connection which we once shared…