I feel empathy and compassion

I feel empathy and compassion for people who are of an adult age, have great educations and who have worked to become evoled but, ultimately, they have not yet learned that mature love does not reject people once loved simply because the beloved friend flashed some human imperfection.

Shakespeare said it so well in Sonnet 116: in a marriage of true minds, people love one another beyond their human imperfection.

It is our imperfections that make us perfectly human. It is in our imperfection that love takes on its transformative power. Shunning someone for being imperfect is not so different from shunning one's own imperfection living in projection and delusion that one is perfect and those around them who have the courage to be imperfect and seen in their imperfection are the truly advanced souls.

The person who flees someone they love in fear because that someone has let them down does not know how to love. Most people get how to love before their fifties. Not all.

I love people around their  imperfections. I have done it for decades. This is one aspect of myself that I am quite proud of.

I feel empathy and compassion for people who abruptly shun someone they have loved because their formerly loved friend showed them their darkness. That's when the work of love is only just beginning, and it is absolutely not the time to end loving relationships.