Sometimes things aren't understood until they are ready to be heard.

Why are we so driven to understand, when there is so much that can't be understood?

If we could relate to the dynamics of things instead of the things themselves, I wonder if it would leave more room for tolerance, and lessen the potential for conflict. It would seem to me that the answer is likely yes.

One doesn't always know what one doesn't know in the midst of one's knowing.

People tell me they have no idea what I am going through, but then feel they have a right to judge how I am going through it.

You can’t see the big picture, but you can see the smaller parts, and while some may look like tears, they may be flowers yet to bloom.