Before Confronting Someone, Think To Yourself: Would I Value Hearing What I'm About To Say If Our Roles

Before confronting someone, think to yourself: Would I value hearing what I'm about to say if our roles were reversed?

As a child, I always felt different. While my peers reveled in the simplicity of childhood, I found myself lost in the maze of my own thoughts. Each day brought with it a new puzzle to unravel, a new mystery to ponder. Little did I know, I was on the cusp of discovering my true nature as both an overthinker and a philosopher.

It began innocently enough, with simple questions that danced on the edges of my consciousness. Why is the sky blue? What lies beyond the stars? But as I delved deeper into the recesses of my mind, I found myself grappling with questions far beyond the scope of my years.

It was on a crisp autumn day, with the leaves crunching beneath my feet, that I first realized the extent of my overactive mind. While my classmates laughed and played, I sat beneath the shade of an old oak tree, lost in thought. Questions swirled around me like leaves caught in a whirlwind—questions about existence and the meaning of life.

As I grew older, my thirst for understanding intensified. I grappled with existential questions that seemed to have no answers. What is reality? Is there a God? Does free will truly exist, or are we all merely pawns in a cosmic game of chance? These questions consumed me, driving me to the brink of madness in my search for understanding. While my peers were content to accept the world at face value, I dared to challenge the status quo, to push the boundaries of what was deemed possible.

My fascination with the mysteries of the universe deepened. My mind became a garden of ideas, each one more vibrant and complex than the last. I basked in the beauty of thought, exploring the depths of philosophy with the innocence of a child and the curiosity of a sage. While others spent their days in pursuit of temporary pleasures, I sought something deeper, something more profound.

At first, I reveled in the challenge, relishing the opportunity to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden beneath the surface of reality. But as time passed, I began to feel the weight of my own thoughts bearing down upon me like a burden too heavy to bear. What if I was wrong? What if I never found the answers I sought?

Unfortunately, with the gift of insight came the burden of overthinking. I became acutely aware of the fragility of existence, the ephemeral nature of time, and the vastness of the unknown. Doubt crept into my mind like a thief in the night, casting shadows upon even the brightest of ideas. Every thought became a rabbit hole, leading me deeper and deeper into the recesses of my own mind.

Nonetheless, I never lost sight of the wisdom I had gained in my youth. For even as the world changed around me, I remained steadfast in my quest for understanding, knowing that in the end, it is not the answers themselves that matter, but the questions we dare to ask.

And so, I continue to journey through life, a philosopher in search of truth amidst the ever-shifting sands of existence. For though the path may be long and the road ahead uncertain, I walk forward with a sense of purpose, knowing that in the pursuit of knowledge lies the true essence of what it means to be human.

Leap of Faith

I stood at the edge of the cliff, my heart pounding in my chest, my palms slick with sweat. Below me, the churning waters crashed against the rocks, a reminder of the danger that lay ahead.

For years, I had avoided this moment, letting my fears hold me back from experiencing the exhilaration of taking the leap. But now, with my toes hanging over the precipice, I knew that I could no longer ignore the call of the unknown.

With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and let go of my doubts. In that moment, I surrendered to the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins, embracing the fear that had held me captive for so long.

And as I plummeted towards the water below, I realized that sometimes, facing your fears is the only way to truly feel alive.

Maddening Love

I never believed in love at first sight until I met him. It was one of those chance encounters that felt like fate had intervened. The moment our eyes met something in me just knew. It wasn't butterflies or fireworks; it was a quiet certainty, like recognizing an old friend in a stranger's face.

But I didn't like him, not at first. He was too charming, too persistent. I could see the potential for heartbreak from miles away, so I built walls around my heart. I was determined not to let him in, to keep my distance and protect myself.

But he wore me down, slowly but surely. His laughter became infectious, his smile irresistible. I found myself letting him in, despite my better judgment. And before I knew it, I was falling for him, against my will.

Then came the betrayal. It cut deep, slicing through the fragile trust I had allowed myself to build. I wanted him out of my life, to erase him from my heart and mind. But he wore me down again, with apologies and promises of change. And against my better judgment, I allowed him back, albeit at arm's length.

Things were never the same after that. The trust was fractured, the love tainted by doubt and resentment. But amidst the pain and uncertainty, one thing remained constant—the feeling that he and I were meant to be together.

I didn't like him, not anymore. But no matter how hard I tried to deny it, I couldn't help but love him. It was a maddening contradiction, a tug-of-war between my head and my heart.

And so, we exist in this limbo, dancing around each other, neither fully in nor out of each other's lives. But deep down, I know that no matter what happens, he will always find a way back to me. And I, foolishly, will always let him in.

If you’re not growing together, you’re growing apart.

Loving deeply is both a gift and a burden. I desire to reciprocate the way you treat me, but my love for you prevents me from ever hurting you in that way.