All my life, I tell myself that if a person I care can accept the honesty that comes out from my mouth. I’d feel content.
And if they can embrace that honesty without degradation. I’d feel at ease.
Better still, if they can accept my honesty and didn’t doubt the frankness of my doings. I’d feel lifted.
Let me tell you a thing or two about honesty.
Honesty can be an absolute curse if you tell it to dishonest people.
Honesty can be a cruel and cold hearted truth if people are not ready to accept it.
Honestly, honesty can be harsh to those who honestly care.
It is not all fine and dandy to hear honesty from someone you like or care.
I know, I’ve had my fair share of telling and accepting honest stories.
For someone to accept my honesty is never a blessing, it might be the truth that suppresses their rationale.
For someone to accept my honesty and see how I mean and live with that honesty. That would be a gift.
To tell you the truth, I’m afraid of where this would lead because if one day you asked me to tell you..honestly.
I pray to God that it won’t shatter your heart, you won’t degrade and i’d be content.
But we all know that honestly, things hardly work that way.
Till then honesty waits…