The biggest lesson I learned in my 20's so far is how much it takes away from my soul everytime I'm not true to myself. Everytime I avoid saying what I want to say just to smother someone else's emotions. Everytime I agree to something I absolutely despise just because that's the "right" thing to say. Everytime I deny who I truly am just because someone out there who is fully and unapologetically themselves will be butt hurt about it. ይሉኝታ is what comes close to describe it. There's a stinging sensation that comes right after, followed by emptiness that just seems to grow and grow and grow. Whatever is left of my peace, if there's any, I'm no longer willing to give that away.