I guess it’s something that comes with age. As I grow older, I’m less quick now to judge people or things at the first instance. With age, I’ve learnt that not everything is in black and white. So many different shades of grey exist in between this black-white spectrum. People might seem well and happy on the surface, but behind that perfect façade, there might be a sad story or tragic circumstances that I don’t know about. I’ve learnt to ask more questions behind decisions people make and how people act. Maybe this is what’s called wisdom. Hmm.