Monday, July 23, 2012
I once was like a turtle hiding myself underneath a shell that I thought was beneficial to my welfare. I would always claim that I was just fine despite my involvement in an upsetting situation. When alone, I would spend hours going over the matter, which I claimed as no big deal. My utmost desire to be perfectly nice consumed my every waking thought. It has gone so tiring to shrug my shoulders off those disappointments, as if I really felt nothing about it. I have taken forgranted that instinct to get a little space that I deserve in life.
The good thing is that "indignation" exists. I learned gradually how to set out anger ─ I cried, I speak, I write, I flair up. Each is actually my sole privilege, hinting me that I wasn’t heading the right track, that there’s something better in store for me. Then on, I practiced listening thoroughly to my inner self and soon discovered that by doing such, in a very reasonable manner, I would actually be saved from longer agony and unnecessary pain.
The good thing is that "indignation" exists. I learned gradually how to set out anger ─ I cried, I speak, I write, I flair up. Each is actually my sole privilege, hinting me that I wasn’t heading the right track, that there’s something better in store for me. Then on, I practiced listening thoroughly to my inner self and soon discovered that by doing such, in a very reasonable manner, I would actually be saved from longer agony and unnecessary pain.
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