Would the world be a better place if we practised radical honesty?
Honest words could sting
But at least it would prevent fake friendships and constant wondering over where you stand with someone.
Honest words can give life.
There would be no fake compliments, only truth.
But is there a time and place for dishonesty? For holding back things that would hurt?
Would your honest feelings about someone change so much that you look back and are glad you never articulated them?
Should we even draw a line with honesty?
Radical honesty? Both dangerous and beautiful at the same time.
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Skies Of Life
PoetryJust as the sky is different each day so are my thoughts. Here's a window to my thoughts. *disclaimer: I don't always understand them.
