Back when I worked in Boston, a woman I worked with mentioned that she thought it was strange how another woman walked. The woman walked duck-footed, accentuated by her stature and high heels. My coworker went on to say that she was wrong to judge, maybe the woman had been in an accident or something.

That last part struck me as strange. What did it matter why she walked that way? How could she think it’s fine to judge people at all? Ironically, I was judging my coworker. Instead, I should have asked her whether it would be better not to judge others at all.

How much happier will the world be when we replace judgement with curiosity?