The truth or something like it?
One of my vices is that I say things as I see them, think them or feel them. I could not help but telling my truth and what I believe is right. But, I am learning that not all truths are to be told. Some of them need to stay hidden since not everyone is ready to take them in.
I value my freedom more than many other things. Lee Harper writes “It is a sin to kill a mocking jay”; I say that “it is a bigger sin to cage any kind of birds that is capable of flying!”.
Asking for forgiveness is not always because we have done something wrong, sometimes we value the relationship enough that we could not stand the pain of severing it to prove who is right!
I do not like blaming nor complaining. I am more likely to distance myself than joining the party of drama.
I try very hard when I love and I do not give up easily. Yet, I am too proud that I remove my heart and feed it to dark thoughts to stop caring when I realise that this love is not valued.
18! The number of plants breathing the air with me in my place tonight. Or rather more scientifically, refreshing my own air. 9 in the bedroom (it feels like a forest tonight! 😅), one in the bathroom and 8 in the lounge. I could not resist going to Scotsdales of Great Shelford today since I craved the company of more plants!
Truth has many faces, they say. It depends on who is viewing it and how they do so. Not sure whose truth is more accurate but I would respect that they are true to their hearts by sharing what they truly believe.
You could not solve anybody’s problem. They have to solve it for themselves or at least to try to do so before the help arrives.
No one is allowed to ask someone to do something they would not be willing to do themselves!
I chose myself today, gently, but I did not have to lose anyone on it.
The book thief speaks for itself!
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