Words Burn

As kids, we used to have little tournaments, where the best footballers of grade 3A would play against the best of grade 3B.

We would pick classmates who we think are truly good. Back then, like most kids, I wanted to be picked, and thankfully, I was picked a few times, but I wanna talk about the times I wasn't picked.

As kids, we were brutally honest. They would never pick me to make me feel good: they would only pick me if I were truly good.

It stings, but now I miss that honesty. That childhood honesty. We grow up and we learn "manners".

And one manner that seems to be very popular among us is this tolerance of mediocrity—so not to hurt people's feelings, so not to lose favor in people's eyes.

We train word-bending, the art of protecting people's feelings, so not to offend them.

I hate that because I don't want people to tell me I'm good at it, unless I'm really good at it. It's misleading.

And I don't wanna tell you you're doing good, when you're really doing bad.

How far do I have to go to protect your feelings? You're clearly bad, or mediocre, at what you do. Why am I obligated to tell you otherwise? And why do you expect me to tell you otherwise?

One good principle I've learned from Jesus is By their fruits you'll know them.

He was warning us against false prophets (meaning liars). And the way to tell them apart, he teaches, is by looking at the results they caused.

He was teaching us to see the results that came from their actions, ignoring the words they tell us.

This is a perfect principle to live by because it achieves two things:

1. It helps us see who's
a liar and who's honest.

Hearing her say "I love you" is cute, but what has she done to show for it?

2. It makes us become
more honest.
This past year I have been trying to develop one habit. And it goes like this:
• Whenever I feel like giving an advice to somebody, I pause.
• Then I see if I myself have practiced my own advice for over a month.
• If I haven't practiced that advice, I refrain from giving the advice, and instead I start practicing the advice.

I was surprised at the sheer amount of advice my mind generates, when in truth, I have practiced only 5 or 10 percent of those.

I mean, we all notice how people who aren't in a relationship has the best-sounding relationship advice, right?

But in truth, it's never applicable. They're just saying ideas that sound good, but it can't be applied. Their advice is not practical.

People who aren't doing the thing always seem to know how to best do the thing.

Very strange, because I am the same. I seem to have more to say on things I'm not good at than things I am good at.

In reality, life is best when practiced, not when talked about.

#small_words
#justwords

If you record yourself crying and upload, I simply don't think you're a genuine person.

Very few exceptions.

Because you just rehearsed crying, timing your tears, just so I would think you're moved about a certain issue.

#justwords

Good morning. ☀️

You delayed the things most deserving of your time and energy.

Your heart housed vile thoughts, your body deprived of tribulations.

Nonetheless, when comfort smiles up on you, you linger in her care.

Perhaps you've given up on yourself irreparably. You'd rather delude yourself and think you're doing well rather than face the bitter Truth.

Words Burn

When you are not willing to suffer and sacrifice for long-term gains, you lose my trust.

The pack cannot rely on you. You are not fit—physically, intellectually, emotionally. In the hour where demons screech in strange voices and monsters intently glare at us with glowing us, you'll fold.

You don't know how to endure.

You've always avoided the dark and ugly. Comfort invites you with her arms open, and you run into her embrace, like a little child who dearly missed her mother.

Comfort rubs your head and tells you to treat yourself kindly. She tells you, "Look at how far you've come."

But you know better. You know your sins. Why do you let comfort sing her charming songs?

You delayed the things most deserving of your time and energy.

Your heart housed vile thoughts, your body deprived of tribulations.

Nonetheless, when comfort smiles up on you, you linger in her care.

Perhaps you've given up on yourself irreparably. You'd rather delude yourself and think you're doing well rather than face the bitter Truth.

Truth is the burning light.

Truth wounds your pride: it undresses your soul for you to see all the wrong things you are.

You'd rather comfort's kisses than Truth's scoldings.

A weak person can never be loyal, even if he wants to.

You're too weak to overcome your lust.

Too weak to admit the envy and anger poisoning your blood.

You're too damned weak to delay sweet pleasure in favor of sour pain.

How can you ever be trusted as a loyal partner?

You've done great disservice to your body, to your heart, and to your soul, and yet you harbor ill feelings toward me for rejecting you my trust, and my love.

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My own voice is the dearest sound in the whole world to myself.

Endless opinions flow from me, like a river that never dries.

And this exact trait is the one true enemy of being a good listener. The need to express outweighs my willingness to listen to you.

People feel lonely these days, even when surrounded by people, because they don't feel heard. They don't feel noticed. There seems to be no gravity to their presence. They keep trying to voice their hearts, but it feels as if it's falling on deaf ears.

Clearly, listeners are high in demand, yet short in supply.

Imagine being a good listener in a world filled with people so eager to express themselves. Imagine how that trait, that gesture, that skill, of listening could be food for the souls of many.

People always remember somebody who heard them, somebody who regarded their thoughts, their feelings, and their ideas, with a serious heart.

But what does it mean to be a good listener?

Should I keep my mouth shut and nod, as if I agree with everything you say? What if I don't like what you're saying? Am I being asked to pretend to like what you're saying?

And what if I want you to listen to me instead?

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Coming soon

Words Burn

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1. Make It Stick by Peter C. Brown

Learning fast and then remembering what you have learned is arguably the most lethal weapon in life. Whether it's in school or in workspace, how fast you learn something and apply it in real-life settings is one of the deciding factors of your success. Make It Stick comes with the tools you need just for that purpose: Learn fast, and remember what you learned long-term. It reveals the methods used by academics, athletes, and business professionals that helped them in their learning.

2. Hold Me Tight by Sue Johnson

Have you noticed how everybody wants to be loved, but doesn't know what to do in order to get it? People learn about love and handling bonds from movies and poetries, both of which are deeply misleading—they are for entertainment, not real.
This book shows what bonds are, what they mean to human beings, and powerful conversations that heal and fulfill your love life. It extends beyond love life, as it details how and why we behave in relationship scenarios, whether it's mother-daughter, or peer-to-peer. A foundational material that people are better off learning sooner than later.

Bonus: Lean Startup by Eric Ries

There's this nature in us that makes us invest lots of time and effort in planning, only for it to fail. This book streamlines the planning process, in order for us to implement it sooner, fail faster, and get to the end goal quicker.

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Words Burn

#justwords

Shy is an adorable trait, until you're three months deep in a relationship with her, and she still doesn't give you encouraging words and show you appreciative gestures, because she "doesn't know how to."

We'll see how much you adore her then.

#justwords

I mean, sure, those are some pretty tits, but is that all there is to you?

You can fool those who are thirsty to dip in any wet hole. I, however, am in no rush for that. What else is there to you, besides a cute face?

#small_words

The wall I've erected
Was not to reject your heating embrace.
I'm blocking you
From watching who I really am, babe.

#wordsburn

This is honestly unexpected.

Goddamn, so you find a ripped lady attractive? 😂

Chess 🤌

Beaten 1

Her fingers interlock, clearly nervous.
Her small voice murmurs, "How can I be of service?"
Feeling the fabric of my belt, I say,
"You're not ready for tonight's play."
Her bra slips and rests before her big toe.
She hugs her breasts, keeping her head low.

Midnight bell rings, as the hour is late,
Her eyes unwilling to look up and straight.
The moon looking abandoned by the stars,
The curtains are flung wide apart,
A dozen candles barely fending off the dark.
Deep shadow has fallen on her eyes:
Making her look like a demon in disguise.

"Come kneel before me," I command.
She swallows, seeming stuck where she stands.
A quick hesitant peek,
then she takes a step.
She has such quiet feet—
Light is the way she treads.

Just as her knees drop and slump on the rug,
Traces of her scent make me need her hug.
A little storm of a feeling suddenly surges,
It took a moment of effort to calm the urges.
A tug pulls me toward her, her aroma inviting,
Rosy, ripe lips glisten under the dim lighting.

#rhyme
#justwords