It's a pity we judge; it's a devastation that I judge too. Both subconsciously and through my own forceful will, I analyze critically with but a biased understanding. Perhaps uncalled for but nonetheless, it is the way of life that we have earned for ourselves. No one really crosses the bridge without paying the troll its toll anymore. We all give, an impression that we cannot choose to behold, only for selfish individuals like ourselves to take, a skewed image of our personality, twisted to fit the mold that we beget.

Who's to say that judging is right or wrong? Is there a limit to which we judgement can be condoned, perhaps to a less-than-substantial extent? But even under those undefining moments, there is none who can deem the level of judgement a sane human being is entitled to. In fact, judging others keeps us sane and aware rather than adopting the altruistic and saintly model of being all-accepting and receptive. Judging reminds us of who we are and who we have yet to become or have failed to become. It is our own individualistic way of consolation, to comfort our broken and wearied souls that maybe if we over-think things a little this time, we don't pale that much in comparison. At least we don't have a broken bone, or a torn ligament. I mean sure, we have a contorted sense of morality and a dislocated backbone for righteousness but in retrospect, we are perfect. Aren't we?

So perfect.

Even judging oneself is considered a heinous crime these days. Nothing can be compared, not our PSLE scores, not our CCA achievements, not even down to the minutest of details such as our age, weight or height. Comparison is the bane of all men (or a more apt description would be brutes) and sometimes, living in our own realm of delusion is as realistic and idealistic as it can get.

The jury has spoken and the court has made its decision: the punishment meted out will include a life-detainment within our own selfish and cruel thoughts and a crushing blow to our ethics.

Court dismissed.