On a dark gloomy day, I went to an old wise monk. This particular monk in his late 80s and he had been a monk since he was 18. His room was warm and inviting, it was his sanctuary for peace. I was a bull coming into his china shop of peace. My restlessness didn't move the peace that took him so many years to maintain. I finally sat down in his recliner and told him I was frustrated with a brother monk. I was furious, I couldn't stop hitting the armrests of the recliner almost to the point of yelling. After I got done filing my grievances there was a long pause. Silence. He looked up at me from his chair and his cane and said to me, "Have you ever put yourself in your brother's shoes? Perhaps he is going through a hard time right now and needs a friend to talk to." I didn't think of it that way. So eventually I went to that monk and had a conversation, and the old wise monk was right, he was struggling to be a monk and wanted to leave. The way he was acting was because he thought he wanted to be a monk but has lost interest. This story reminds me not to judge others on their behavior until you "put yourself in their shoes". https://MonkMindset.com