Doubt

It is so easy to classify people- to say things about them, to call them good or bad or stupid or intelligent, or to just tell them that what they are doing just does not make sense. I have myself done that all my life, only to realize that it was a mistake. And how did I realize? When people did the same to me, and I had nothing to say. Someone tells me that the thing that I am doing just does not make sense, and I keep quiet. Because I know that it does not make sense. But then a lot of things don't make sense in life. Someone tells me that I might be wrong. I again keep quiet because I know that I might be wrong, because this thought has already occurred to me, because I am unsure if I am wrong or not, and I don't know what to do to remove this doubt about my own actions and decisions. And all this frustrates me, since I don't want to do anything bad, or wrong; since I fear that, because I don't know, I may end up doing something bad, but the doubt gives me hope- hope that the decision might be right, or not-so-bad; and then someone comes to me and says that I might be wrong, or that he thinks that I am wrong, and I don't know what to say- either to him or myself.

And all this makes me realize that, may be, I should never do the same to anyone else; that I should never go up to a person and tell him that what you are doing is wrong. Because I don't know anything; because he may already have thought of it and may already be bothered by it. May be, I should just let things be- not poke my nose in anybody's life. May be, things will take care of themselves. May be, everything will be alright.