Are you a good judge of character?
Honestly… no, I’m not.
Not because I’m naïve or unaware, but because I choose to see the good in people even after they’ve shown me the parts that hurt. I give grace where boundaries should’ve been firmer. I look for potential instead of patterns. I listen to words more than actions longer than I should.
I’ve been burned by that more than once. And still, I don’t regret believing people could be better. That part of me isn’t weakness, it’s empathy. The lesson isn’t to stop seeing the good. It’s learning when to stop reaching for it.
Growth, for me, looks like keeping my heart open while finally trusting my discernment. Seeing the good, but no longer ignoring the truth.
Some lessons come from wisdom.
Others come from scars
