Today, I felt like the biggest hypocrite in the world.




Who am I to judge?

The same selfishness I despise in others—I see mirrored in my actions.

The same self-righteousness I abhor in others—I discover lodged in my innermost thoughts.

The same air of arrogance I chastise others for in my heart—it hangs like a mist over my head.


So who am I to judge?




If I could do it all over again, I would do it differently;
that in place of this shame and regret,
I might find the confidence to hold my head up high under the eyes of scrutiny.