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Honesty and a listening ear

 

We all struggle to see the flaws in in our ways and actions, as that requires us to reach down and pick at the pieces of our fragile tower, our home, ourselves. 

But in order to grow in our relationship with others we need to listen to those around us (let them tell us what they need, how we sometimes hurt them, and how they feel). It is not an easy task- but truly listening (with an open heart) brings us closer to understanding one another and it helps wounds and towers broken bricks to heal. It is stronger and more lasting when it knows that it can (and will) face what is real. 

Honesty.. and parts of that fragility disappear.

Honesty.. we live our lives to the fullest, good, flawed and sincere.

In life there are many times we need to face ourselves, and this is not the only, growth comes from facing our flaws and then tangling them, slowly; 

Perhaps we left our own voices aside, then felt hurt and tired as we had to explain what our boundaries where like, we never gave our own needs space within our own lives. We feel betrayed and run over by the people who only wanted us in their lives, they simply kept on living and acting like everything was alright. They did not know better, and neither did we, opening an honest communication is hard sometimes. 

We might have been a fool, just acted in our ways, never taken much thought to their boundaries, we do not have them as the only thing we can think of is to spread joy and excitement, and to be a part. When you sometimes live fast and blindly, you forget to see, that not everyone lives with the same motor as "me". You might need to slow down, learn to think and breathe.. Actions have consequences (if it slips)- but we can (always) stop, grow and heal. 

Trust comes when our efforts are sincere,

Honesty and growth makes relationships (including the one with ourselves) real






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