Sometimes I am reluctant to write to people I admire very much, afraid that I will appear maudlin, or foolish, or long winded. When that happens I write long letters and quickly discard them before the urge to send overwhelms me.
Other times, I wonder if that is wise, or fair. What makes me think these people do not care what I really think, or feel?
Experience.
How many times have I allowed someone to share something flip, or sarcastic with me about someone else, without correcting them? They tell me, thinking they will impress me with their sophistication, or intelligence, or knowledge; and I, by allowing this, encourage them to believe it is true. It is my own fear of not appearing all those things that is the problem. What if I called them on it, kindly, but firmly? Would I, too, be ostracized, ridiculed and critiqued?
Do I need to belong to those elite groups, where truth is less important than being cool?
Walking hand and hand with truth can be hard, but it is the only way to walk with my head up and my self respect intact. Why should I think the people I admire are any different?
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