I don’t know about you, but this made complete sense to me.
Every thought must not be shared or given words. Somethings are better left unsaid. But at times, those things you left unsaid eat you up inside. Some thoughts, feelings and emotions when put into words make it worse. Catharsis is not always the answer to your quandaries. A thought, once you put it out there, is gone. It’s not yours anymore. You lose it, can’t play with it, mould it, assess it or contemplate over it. It’s like an arrow that has been shot. A minute that passed by the little tick of a clock. An arrow, a minute and those words, can’t be taken back.
The worst and probably the best thing about life is that it’s unpredictable. You may spend half your life mulling over an idea, thinking what will be the repercussions of your actions and words, and you still cant be sure. Things you think you…
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