nothing you can do, but you can learn how to be you in time

Today's song: All You Need Is Love by The Beatles (duh!)

I don't know what's been going on with my lately but I've been having a lot of positive epiphany-like discoveries. It's not like they're some world changing, cure for cancer thoughts or anything but they're kind of a big deal for me I suppose.
I'm around people all day, everyday now with the job that I have. Dealing with parents in the morning, kids for eight hours, parents again in the late afternoon, and whoever I decide to spend my evenings and weekends with. There's always people around. I've always been one of the types to enjoy a good people watching session. I love sitting somewhere, like on a bench outside of a public place or wherever pretty much, and just watching people. Obviously not in the creepy way. But one thing that I'm guilty of (as well as my friends who also enjoy people watching) is being judgmental of the people I see. Instead of just watching and enjoying life happening around me, I'm looking at someone and instantly hating them for something they said or something they're wearing. It's so shallow. I have no idea who these people are! And yet I insist upon making these harsh judgments about them anyways. Quite often, I find myself and my friends saying "I hate people." as in, just in general, hating people for no good reason. It's meant to be a joke but I think sometimes we get carried away. And I don't just mean me and my group of friends. I mean everyone, everywhere.
I had a conversation last night with a good friend of mine about Woodstock...you know, the crazy hippy concert? Yes, that's the one. But he asked me if I knew what it was really meant to be about and after thinking about it for a minute, I had no good answer. He's pretty up on all the history of anything you could be wondering about so he lit up like a little kid on Christmas morning and proceeded to tell me all about it. Like that it was supposed to be about peace. For those few days that the music festival took place on, I guess everybody was just at peace with each other. Apparently the food vendors ran out of food at one point (the crowds weren't expected to be so large) and people had to share food with their neighbors and friends. And that's how they got by. According to my history buff friend, there were only two deaths but eighty births. Eighty! At a music festival! But the point of it was to spread peace and show the country that we could hold it together and we could have the power to love one another. What a beautiful thing that must have been.
I think we've lost a lot of that nowadays, myself being the first to admit it. I've always made fun of certain groups of people for doing things a certain way or for enjoying certain activities without even trying any of it myself or thinking that they just have a different mindset than I do...and that should be perfectly acceptable. To each his own!
Thanks for reading
Love,
Rachel