Flapping Around Like Sheets

"Much of what was said did not matter,

and that much of what mattered could not be said."

Katherine Boo

BEHIND THE BEAUTIFUL FOREVERS:  

Life, Death, and Hope in a Mumbai Undercity.

There are numerous words left unspoken in life.  We let a perfect moment slip by without expressing our appreciation or gratitude.  A time presents itself susceptible to forgiveness, but we let it silently pass.  Confrontation by someone squelches our voice as we are bombarded by condescending words.

The perfect time does not really exist.  We are called to make the time, to find the pause, and speak up.  There is no reward for swallowing our self-respect.  We will not expand into a better person by hiding our words.  We gain resentment, a lack of self-worth, and a free fall into darkness.

Our opinions, whether right or wrong, need to be given voice.  How else will others truly know us if we do not speak our truth?  There are too many insignificant words hanging out in space flapping around like sheets on a clothes line.  The words not being heart felt, lack in meaning and fail to stimulate.

When our words are aligned with our feelings, our posture and attitude straighten.  Even if what we say falls upon deaf ears, our self-respect will increase.  In time, we will be surprised how others are taking us a bit more seriously or even seeking us out for perceptions.  Our confidence grows and our space on this earth flowers.