We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation.
Coelho touches on something subtler than mere tolerance—he's suggesting that judgment itself is literally impossible, not just morally wrong, since we lack the essential data. When your colleague seems lazy, you don't see the sleepless nights caring for an ailing parent; when someone appears selfish, you miss their private sacrifices. The real sting of this observation is that it strips away the comfort of certainty: we can't even feel righteous about our restraint in not judging, because we were never in a position to judge at all.
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Viktor Frankl“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you ast...”
Rumi“Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life.”
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