There lies beneath everyone’s soul a hidden reality… A reality of their own which they carefully guard from the world, sometimes even from themselves. What we don’t readily express to anyone during our day conversations, comes running out from our mouth during the night time. We happily spill the beans regarding our deepest secrets, our wildest desires and what not.
I wonder, what is our reality, who are we? What we pretend to be during the day, is that our reality, or what we guard from everyone during the day, is that the real us?
What leaves me in amazement is the thought that if given a choice, in complete control of our senses, will we ever say to those people during the day what we do comfortably spill out during the late night conversations?
They are a poison, a poison for your soul. What you so ferociously guard from the world during the day, you serve it to them on a platter during the night.They are a medicine, a medicine for your soul. What you don’t confess, don’t express during the day, you shout it out to the world during the night.
I say… Think about it… Can a medicine poison you to death?