It is said actions speak louder than words. I’ve often found this to be true.
However, words carry a quiet authority –
they heal, or bruise without leaving marks.
I’ve come to realize how much power they wield. Sometimes they wound deeper than a knife, especially when meant not merely to hurt but to diminish.
They arrive dressed as maturity –
as respect, politeness, fairness, understanding.
But beneath the careful tone
sits a cold intent:
to stand higher by making another smaller.
And once seen, it cannot be unseen.
So I wonder –
can reconciliation exist
when advice carries invisible pride?

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