We are all a work in progress

I am a work in progress.

So is my best friend and the people I most admire.

Even the people who irritate me or make me cross. They are a work in progress too.

Here’s the thing, I often don’t even recognise this in myself, let alone have any idea what’s going on inside another person.

What would happen if we cultivated the habit of looking with more graceful eyes?

Just wondering.