It's not always a pleasant thing saying the truth. However much gently you put it,one can always be misunderstood.
Today I feel so misunderstood.
I have never wanted to be a tyrant. Responsibility put me in a position I otherwise won't have chosen. But with sincerity I carried out what my role demanded.
And now I am misunderstood!
Words can cut deep, so deep that it numbs you. I didn't cry. I didn't. I was raised not to pity myself. I was taught to put my point across without appealing to tears. I was taught to be strong.
Even if I am misunderstood!
Maybe I misunderstand myself, or maybe I am the one who misunderstood. I concede to the possibility. But when the yardstick of wrong and right, of duty and slackness is laid up against me, I know that I won't be found wanting. No, of this I am confident.
I won't let plurality or subjectivity blur my sense of duty, my principles, and convictions. I won't meander in confusion. I will be hated, and misunderstood again but I would live in spite of and because of it all.
Today I feel so misunderstood.
I have never wanted to be a tyrant. Responsibility put me in a position I otherwise won't have chosen. But with sincerity I carried out what my role demanded.
Words can cut deep, so deep that it numbs you. I didn't cry. I didn't. I was raised not to pity myself. I was taught to put my point across without appealing to tears. I was taught to be strong.
Even if I am misunderstood!
Maybe I misunderstand myself, or maybe I am the one who misunderstood. I concede to the possibility. But when the yardstick of wrong and right, of duty and slackness is laid up against me, I know that I won't be found wanting. No, of this I am confident.
I won't let plurality or subjectivity blur my sense of duty, my principles, and convictions. I won't meander in confusion. I will be hated, and misunderstood again but I would live in spite of and because of it all.
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