Mistaken

Kindness comes disguised in different forms, but most of the time, it goes labelled as weakness. People may and will think kindness comes with planning and intention. The-what-a-foul thoughts will cross our minds, we will doubt the sincerity, we will assume, we will judge. Bravery will be mistaken for foolishness. Everyone will make mistakes, everyone will be mistaken. There will always be doubts and suspicions. But in the depths of my thoughts I still keep on hoping, keep on believing, keep on giving reasons and justifying. Each doubt is erased by the drop of faith. For each "what if I'm wrong?" thought, I would want to get "What if you're right?", not "Yes, you are" or "No, you are not". Because, no one soul is utterly right or wrong. No one soul believes or denies everything completely. No one soul is completely ignorant or a perfection itself. Like the scales, we are balancing the trays and we all are trying. What a big joke this life seems! Falling victim to guessing games. Would life be less intriguing if minds were as transparent as the blue skies? Less fascinating without black holes? More amusing without humour?
I don't care if I am mistaken, but I do want to be understood.