Why is it that we let out that one word that we know we should not? What reaction do we expect when we know the word is better kept quiet and unspoken? Why is it that as the last syllable leaves your mouth you feel suddenly as if you are in a vacuum?
Some men sometimes are not adept at sharing their feelings, expressing themselves, and showing their true selves (this statement really sounds like an excuse as I re-read it). Sometimes we feel it is easier to say that one word, that we know will sting, rather then to try the other million words that will build. One word, an adjective that in any other conversation means "amazing," but when spoken by a man trying to express himself in a painful situation gets morphed into something negative.
If only time travel were available to us. If only we could go back and as the word was formulating in our mouth we could slap it away. How many other wrongs could we right by going back?
I have come to the conclusion that maybe we can time travel but not in the literal sense. We re-enact past mistakes, we come across similar situations, we are given a chance to change. But do we? Maybe the future and the past are one, and if we change ourselves in the future then the past also changes. Our future actions can affect past experiences. It can take something painful and make it a stepping stone to a beautiful future.
Maybe time travel is not so far fetched, maybe we experience it every day and we are just not aware of it. Maybe we can choose to use words that build rather then those that destroy.
Some men sometimes are not adept at sharing their feelings, expressing themselves, and showing their true selves (this statement really sounds like an excuse as I re-read it). Sometimes we feel it is easier to say that one word, that we know will sting, rather then to try the other million words that will build. One word, an adjective that in any other conversation means "amazing," but when spoken by a man trying to express himself in a painful situation gets morphed into something negative.
If only time travel were available to us. If only we could go back and as the word was formulating in our mouth we could slap it away. How many other wrongs could we right by going back?
I have come to the conclusion that maybe we can time travel but not in the literal sense. We re-enact past mistakes, we come across similar situations, we are given a chance to change. But do we? Maybe the future and the past are one, and if we change ourselves in the future then the past also changes. Our future actions can affect past experiences. It can take something painful and make it a stepping stone to a beautiful future.
Maybe time travel is not so far fetched, maybe we experience it every day and we are just not aware of it. Maybe we can choose to use words that build rather then those that destroy.
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