When I was younger, I always thought that life would always be black and white. But as I grew up, I learned that was not always the case.
One of the important word, I learned is “Compassion”. Somehow, I feel it is one of the most important qualities a person could possess. We can judge a person’s action, but we should never judge his motive/heart. Killing is a grave matter, but the reason a person kill another, it could change the whole narrative.
Oh well, I just watched the Murder on the Orient Express and heard some news, where an 8-year-old kid murdered someone who murdered his father.