Words Are Powerful

  Hey guys, it's been soooo long since I posted anything and there is no good enough excuse why someone will abandon her family for so long a time and i am sorry. But in my defense, i'm now a fashion designer and it takes a lot of my time(i'll tell you guys all about it later *wink*)but still, not good enough. I'm back now for good (i pray😀)and will make up for lost times.



   So recently i had a situation that birthed this post. We all know how powerful words are and how they can either create or destroy, lift up spirits or crush them,hurt and frighten us,break hearts or mend them.



   Often times,we get so carried away in our anger that we say stuffs that sometimes we don't even mean but,can't be unsaid or taken back. Wrong words that has gone out of our mouths are like bullets. once they are out,they must injure and even though the person survives the shots and the injuries heal,they leave behind scars that cannot be erased. There are lots of negative words that close relatives told me back in the day that i still remember. I don't remember the words because I am resentful but i don't because, over time, i have become what they told me i couldn't be. So,negative words can be advantageous sometimes because they tend to push you and make you rise above the status-quo and be better.



   Poorly timed and poorly chosen words have the ability to kill enthusiasm, break someone's heart, crushes spirits and shatters self-esteem and confidence. They also can cause deep emotional and psychological wounds that takes a very long time to heal. Words in general have as much advantages as it has disadvantages so choose them wisely.



   Conclusively, think and choose your words before it leaves your mouth to your spouses, kids, neighbours and people you come in contact with everyday, don't be a toxic person. Let your timing be right if you want to criticize and don't always say the first thing that comes to your mind, when you are angry. If it helps, walk away and express your displeasure later.



Do enjoy your week and affect a life positively today. bye.... for now ciao

The Stone Cutter

This story will really make you think about where you are in life and where you wish you were. Maybe where you are right now is exactly where you're meant to be. There was once a stone cutter who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life. One day he passed a wealthy merchant's house. Through the open gateway, he saw many fine possessions and important visitors. "How powerful that merchant must be!" thought the stone cutter. He became very envious and wished that he could be like the merchant. To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he had ever imagined, but envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. Soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. "How powerful that official is!" he thought. " I wish that I could be a high official!" Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around. It was a hot summer day, so the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. "How powerful the sun is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the sun!" Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. "How powerful that storm cloud is!" he thought. " I wish that I could be a cloud!" Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it was the wind. "How powerful it is!" he thought. " I wish that I could be the wind!" Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees, feared and hated by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it - a huge, towering rock. "How powerful that rock is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a rock!" Then he became the rock, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the hard surface, and felt himself being changed. "What could be more powerful than I, the rock?" he thought. He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a stone cutter.