Embracing differences

I wonder if my wants and desires, problems and pains

are as in incomprehensible to others as some of theirs are to me?

The way people look at the same thing can be amazingly different.

What is freedom to me can be insecurity to someone else.

And what is a gift to someone else, seems like a waste of time and money to me.

I suppose variety keeps the world interesting (as does biting my tongue so I don't say anything untoward to those I find . . . er . . . different.)