An Inconvenient Emotion
My mind, my heart, my gift
So sorry if I have made you feel uncomfortable. My heart felt, my mouth spoke,
you squirmed. Sorry if in some way I have humiliated you or made you
uncomfortable. It wouldn’t hurt too much if you softened up a little, and
stopped caring about those who would judge me for expressing and sharing
something of a deeper level.
We all have our own opinion regarding the level of importance we place on any
given subject or issue. There are enough non-important, useless pieces of
information crowding the atmosphere day and night ~ but then wait ~ useless to
whom? One person’s insignificant thought could be life-changing for another.
Just don’t share what makes people uncomfortable, and everything will still be
right in the world. I don’t think so.
I have the right to share whatever I want. If people appreciate it fine, if not
fine. I don’t really care to be stifled because someone else will be a little
bit uncomfortable. It requires incredible courage to stand up and have a voice
about anything these days. You speak your heart and mind, and someone doesn’t
like it. So what? Say it anyway. You unleash the power of your words and
someone wants to silence you. Write it anyway.
I don’t advocate communication for the sake of hurting anyone. Not my goal, nor
my mission in life. It is a gift, not an attack, to open your heart, and let
the words flow out to others. If you don’t like what I have to say, it is your
right to turn away, and move on to something else. I think a lot of people keep
so much so closed up that it makes them uncomfortable to see someone else open
up. Some people just can’t do it. Ok. I have no problem with that. But I
won’t sit in silence because others can’t speak.
I salute all those who put themselves out there with their hearts wide open.
Peace and love to you all, I wish all grace and courage to be yours as you
continue your dialogues and share with the world such an important part of
yourselves. It is a very great gift to do so.
© 2012 Bella Nina
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