I’m guilty and I’m sorry

Dear friends and family, strangers and enemies,

I’m guilty of a crime. And I committed it against you.

I’ve been a bad friend. For years. My motives were always curiosity and the desire to learn from those around me, but that doesn’t render my actions proper.

I’ve been diving into your inner thoughts, often against your own discretion, for years. Sometimes, I even invited you for coffee just so I could ask you the tough questions, knowing full-well they would make you squirm in your seat. I’ve always been interested in what you have to say, but sometimes I’ve pried a bit too hard to hear you say it.

I’ve also always been curious about what you believe. About where you’re going and what you may be working towards. About your upbringing and your thoughts on people, education, and the system in place around you.

I’ve been directing conversations not about faith to faith. And I’ve been silently judging without even realizing it.

I can promise you one thing. I am in no place to judge anyone. During these past few months, I’ve learned that all people are beautiful and interesting. And that, at the end of the day, I’m but one person. And I’m not that important.

I no longer wish to invade your personal space—physically, emotionally, or spiritually.

But I do want you to think. I know I am.

I want to be a model for what I believe in. I want to stop talking about life and go live it instead. Because talk is cheap. But life isn’t.

Dear friends, I respect you. And I’m sorry.

With many apologies,