The moral of the story said: “Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right, forget the ones who don’t.”
Should the one, two or three horrible time matter enough to forget?
Been on my mind for a long time. The “delight” of dealing with people. The dilemma of silence.
The safest bet was:
1. Turn opaque.
2. Ignore, and walk away in the opposite direction. (The sweetest way of implying running away/ being recluse)
When the water seemed to rise above the level, so did level of the dilemma of silence and respect. When it breaks, it is strong enough to leave things shaken like the aftermath of a hurricane.
9 August, 2011
Diplomatic solution: Decide if it is worth baking back or remain silent. Beginning to believe silence not always means being a coward.