I got to thinking today about the words we use and the tone we use them in.
Cruel and hurtful words are like barbs. Pointed and ridged, they stick to you with a painful tenacity. They are hard to remove and they pull at you the more you try.
Kind and caring words are like the breeze. They whisper past, sometimes making an impact in ruffled hair or clothes, but usually just floating on by. No long-lasting marks except in memory.
This seems so backwards, and so sad. It makes me sad, anyway. I got a compliment today and tried to bask in and enjoy it but found the words and the feelings drifting away while the hurtful words from a previous encounter started to itch and to tug at my heart.
How do you make kind words stay? Ones that are true and build you up? Erecting a wall deflects barbs, but it also stops the breeze.
I’d really like to know.
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