When in doubt…

My Nanna always said “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all”. I failed miserably at this. However, I do believe there is some merit in this adage.

“Nice” is subjective. I am a proponent for honesty and I don’t believe being honest means you’re not being nice. Even if the receiver doesn’t like what you’re saying.

I also believe that should something we say or do harm others in any way, we should be cognizant of our footprints here on earth. I firmly believe God placed us here to love and not judge. FIRMLY BELIEVE.

This being said, if you’re personally offended or angry at someone standing up for equality, for someone advocating for their life, liberty, justice, pursuit of happiness, then you’re a crappy person. If you disagree then keep moving Karen.

The table of America is big enough to seat everyone. Someone finding their equitable seat at this table does not take your seat. Honestly, if it did, then you didn’t deserve it anyways.

No one is perfect. Duh. We all know this. However, if you can’t admit when there is wrong, or more importantly when you’re wrong, then you’re dead ass wrong. You’ll never be perfect. Every thought pattern you have isn’t the only thought pattern. And you CAN NOT INVALIDATE SOMEONES EXPERIENCE OR FEELINGS BECAUSE YOU HAVEN’T EXPERIENCED OR FELT IT.

One more time for those in the back YOU CAN’T TELL SOMEONE THEIR TRUTH. You are not the end all, be all. Your opinion is one of 7 billion. Very insignificant actually. Truly, most likely, only your mom and God value you near as much as you value your opinion.

If you can’t admit there is room for growth, change, love, empathy, and self reflection….then you’re dead already. Why are you still here? To impart your infinite wisdom behind the screen of your smartphone on Facebook to your unwilling audience on Facebook?

I’m so far from perfect, this is how I know these things. I try, fail and try again. However, when I’m at those pearly gates I pray God proudly reflects how I tried and always sought his wisdom and betterment of how I treated his children in my time here.

Be nice. Be considerate. Be open. Be human. Treat everyone like you’d want someone treating your own child. And if you can’t, be quiet.

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