Have you ever wished that you have the ability to read people's mind. Because then everytime you have to confront them, you don't have to waste half your time guessing what they're thinking and the other half anticipating what they think of you. But then again why care about what people think of you when it doesn't bring any benediction to the profound greatness of your life?
But wait.
What is it about people that makes it so hard to capture their very essence. To penetrate into the deepest thoughts that linger in their very own ingenuity? To discern between their truest emotions and their incapicated feelings; which they thrust upon your very being that you often allow yourself to indulge in them until it's too late for you to realize that it is not really what they feel inside.
Think about it.
How many times have you misunderstood a friend's harmless jesting gesture as a stab at your own inadequacy? How many times have a child's mess you regard as a test to your supreme serenity when in fact with the purest of heart all the child wanted to do was help? Remember the countless times you thought your parents were wrong and they were indeed right all along? What about the inconsistent thoughts that your brother might be a serial killer because he likes to bully you when in reality he just doesn't have the capability to relate his inner self to those he loves most? Ok, I might be overdoing that last point.
But still.
So please, the next time you're pissed.. stop and think what it's all really about before you bash someone's head off.
So long! =)
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