When you were a kid, you had no trouble offering your voice to the world freely. Then one day, you became aware of other people’s opinions. Ever since then you’ve spoken more selectively because being judged for your thoughts has a way of making you feel alone. And no one wants to be lonely.
Your mom told you, “if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”
But your mom wasn’t accounting for the times that your voice could change a person’s world if it were only heard.
I’m talking today about the thing you know in your heart you can change.
It’s the thing you’re afraid to say because you don’t want a person to change their opinion of you.
It’s the thing your conscience keeps repeating over and over.
Is it really fair to them for you to keep your convictions to yourself?
Is it fair for you to lose sleep over it?
Is it fair to anyone that short-term fear is affecting long term happiness?
Agonizing about it more won’t change a thing.
But saying something just might.
Cheers,
BW
