MY MINDSET

In the quiet chambers of my mind, I forge my shield, A resilient armor woven from threads of understanding. For I have learned that tit4tat, like a bitter fruit, Yields no nourishment, but angel of bitterness.

Why carry the weight of wounded pride? When the world spins on, why not stay indifferent to hurt, for the sun would rise to cast its golden light upon both saint and sinner alike.

I tread softly, not to avoid the thorns, But to spare the fragile petals of truth. For honesty blooms most freely in unguarded hearts, And authenticity dances in the open spaces.

So, I choose to stand unoffended, driven by sentinel of empathy, and guardian of grace. For in this delicate dance of vulnerability, I glimpse the raw beauty of humanity.

And though the surface may ripple with negativity, Beneath lies a deeper current—my knowing. To witness another’s truth, unfiltered and unmasked, Is a privilege, a secret shared between souls.

So, I let them speak with words untrimmed, And I shall listen, not with wounded pride, But with the quiet satisfaction of understanding. For in knowing their truest self, I find my strength.

Why?

Because in the dance of people encouraged to truthful expression, I discover the contours of my own soul, And the world becomes a canvas— A masterpiece painted with the hues of fidelity.

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