There is a tale of a woman who every morning stood by her window and looked out and into her neighbours compound and at her neighbours laundry. Cup of tea in hand, her morning ritual was to stand by that window and criticise her neighbours laundry. 'Oh! Its filthy. Doesnt she see it? Does she even use soap?' Didn't she learn how to do laundry properly? Her laundry is putting this neighbourhood to shame.... She went on and on every day as her husband quietly listened buried in his morning newspaper.
Six months down the line, her lovely husband quietly asked her, 'darling, maybe if you washed the windows of our home, you'd see how spotless our neighbours laundry really is.'
Our situations are as we choose to see them. Maybe we need to do a little window cleaning?
Six months down the line, her lovely husband quietly asked her, 'darling, maybe if you washed the windows of our home, you'd see how spotless our neighbours laundry really is.'
Our situations are as we choose to see them. Maybe we need to do a little window cleaning?
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