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ojos que no ven, corazón que no siente
It’s hard when there’s a constant unforgiving reminder, day in, day out. You try to forget, wave it off as a horrible experience, release it from the memory well, but for some odd reason, the harder you try to get yourself out of the hole, the deeper it gets. Everything works against you. Everyone is unforgiving.
Why is it that some people pass judgements rather than opinions? Perhaps it’s their way of making themselves feel better, wiser, greater than the other, and perhaps it’s their own sense of insecurity that drives them to release their fear on some one else who is not living in the same fear. But what gives them the right to judge?
People make choices. Good, bad, stupid, clever. Who gives a shit? Some choices we make are somewhat silly and borders on being idiotic, but that is their choice, so be it. You cannot disapprove or judge that individual based on their dumb choice – maybe step into their shoes and you would realise that the choice they made is only dumb in your eyes, not theirs.
And even if you do have to make a judgement of a person purely based on what you see, it would be wise to keep it to yourself. Once spoken aloud, it’s like an uncontrolled fire blaze that will eventually end up at the doorstep of that particular person. And then the beautiful past is no longer there.
We live once. We are young once. We form our own opinions, make up our own minds and are under no influence of those who do not truly care about you. If they cared, they would recognise your inner wisdom and appreciate it. So forget them and live the life the way you want to – be it a good and happy ending or a horrible past – deal with the consequences when it’s there, at the very least you can say you’ve had fun with no regrets. You’ve lived the life. |
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