Some days I wake up in a fog.  Other days I wake up enthusiastically to achieve.  It’s puzzling how some of life’s punches majorly affect and others don’t even scratch the surface.  Why is it that some disappointments can easily get shrugged off, yet others last for days, weeks, or even months?

Lately my biggest disappointment is hearing individuals speak falsehood; stating sentiments with no truth behind them.  Why is it acceptable to speak false pleasantries versus being wholeheartedly honest?  Why is it acceptable to pour your heart out and then recant?  This is why walls are built.  This is why we as individuals don’t trust.

As an over thinker and a person that wears her heart on her sleeve, I believe gentle directness will always outweigh muted truth.  Honestly think to yourself how much time could be regained and how much grief could be removed if those around you spoke their true intentions.  The whole concept of reading between the lines wouldn’t exist, but who would realistically miss that concept to begin with?

Words spoken are powerful.  And in my belief, unspoken words of truth hold the same effect.  Why?  Because the person listening to your every word is holding onto something, and that “something” might be false hope for them; a false hope for a future, or a false hope for a friendship, and both are just damaging.  Don’t utter untruth just to appear kind.  Because ask yourself, Is it really kindness to mislead another person?  Is it really kindness to be uncertain with your feelings but speak as if you are certain with them?

Time is precious.  Time is a gift.  To steal or waste someone’s time is mere selfishness.  Those hours texting, chatting, and meeting cannot be restored.  They are lost.  More importantly, hope, a false hope that you created for someone else, is now a vision they have to let go of, and who’s to say the one having to let go won’t forever be scarred, guarded or believe they are just someone to be toyed with.

I have believed in false words, and due to that, I have given valuable time that I cannot retrieve.  I have emotionally supported ones that have forgotten me.  Imagine that; to be viewed as special one moment, and then the next you’re nonexistent.  Why is it deemed okay to make another soul feel they no longer exist?  Why does anybody have that liberty?  Why is this behavior even accepted? It shouldn’t be. It’s been tolerated because we don’t take a stand for ourselves; we don’t put the wrongdoer in their place.

But I’m here to state this:  I am not a victim.  I’m just no longer voiceless, and I refuse to give up my precious time foolishly.  Speak to me with inconsistencies, and I cannot be silent.  I am worth more.  Yet, speak to me with truth, and you will have my loyalty for a lifetime.  That, I promise.