You know, people could always fit in some sort of narratives or images if you put them on a timeline and try to dissect their becoming like there’s an encyclopedia definition of them somewhere.
But people, in any moment you’re present with them, can’t be boxed into any narrative, image, or definition.
They aren’t their past, their future, or the invisible baggage they carry.
They aren’t their jobs, their possessions, or the roles they play in every relationship they’ve had.
No word or sentence will ever be able to contain them fully, and their journey doesn’t even have to make sense.
Because they’re right here.
They’re this entirety — this human being who is alive and whole and interacting with you, and it’s all that matters.
Gift them your humility.