I learned to hold my tongue as early as my teenage years. Back then I discovered how powerful my words could be. I could use then to bring love and happiness into someone’s life or inflict pain and sorrow.
I was never quick-witted, so instead I was calculated with everything I said to ensure I was not misunderstood.
Being in the presence of those who knew how to push my buttons meant I was forced to stand up for myself but in such cases my tongue became a weapon — infecting a world of hurt just as tough it were a knife.
I don’t like that I have the ability to be so mean and so I make a conscious effort to use my words for good and not evil.
Say hello to simpledimple. She’s a new follower and her blog is very uplifting. The following post speaks of the powered of one’s attitude and of holding one’s tongue. Have a read and see if you agree. Enjoy! 🌷
September 25 2016 (Showcase Reblog)
A young lady was waiting for her flight in the Boarding Room of a big airport. As she would need to wait many hours, she decided to buy a book to spend her time, and also bought a packet of cookies. She then sat down in an armchair, in the VIP room of the airport, to rest and read in peace.
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