One of the downsides of a liberal art education is that one becomes especially good at critical thinking and finding the flaws.
When you concentrate on failures and deficiencies you miss the beauty. Brokenness and evil will always be with us. No matter how hard we strive we will never correct the imperfections in ourselves or others so why dwell there?
If I compare myself to you do I feel better or worse? Do I feel superior because I focused on your weakness.
For all the rocks I’ve thrown (and they have been many) what has it gained me?
Maybe our crippling anxiety and neuroses is related to our inability to see beauty
Maybe if I lay my rocks down I’ll find my own peace