Unspoken Stories
With every face I meet, there is always a story to tell. Everyone, including myself, has at least a story. Everyone, in their unspoken ways, is fighting a battle that I know nothing about. Sometimes, the strongest individuals in the morning are those that cry all night.
I live in a world where true emotions are always buried deep within. For sure, I can never know what it takes for someone to get out of bed, look and feel as presentable as possible and face the day. I have to understand that everybody has their own hardships and struggles, regardless of whether I can see it or not.
Reality is, there is no way I can accurately tell what every individual's life is truly like. In life, I may walk with a friend but I cannot take his or her path. That path of life, in everyone, is his or hers alone.
I can never know until I make an effort to ask. And, that does not mean that I will eventually know. When I am not asking, I must not judge. I must not look down on anyone nor I criticise the choices when I do not know the options he or she had to choose from.
What I have to do is to be kind, always. I have to be mindful, always. When I am kind and mindful, I am kind and mindful with myself too. Life is such that I will not know where it is going to take me. I do not have as much control as I might think I have.
Everything that I do, it is good that I take it one day at a time. Take and handle life as it presents itself to me. With what I want and with faith, it will lead me to the right place. There is always a purpose to what, how, where and when.
I love you. I am sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.
