When we write something, especially poetry, no matter how good or bad it is, it gives voice to our thoughts. We can edit until it says exactly what we want the world to see, but even if we pare it down to five or ten words, the ones who read it have a chance to learn something about who we are and how we view life, people, the world.
What we publish in a public place tells people if we respect ourselves; them; the earth.
When we say foul, hateful things, even if not directed at some one person, but just a general broadcast about a thought we are having at that moment, it shows how little we care about whoever sees it and about ourselves. Showing ugliness of character leaves an indelible impression.
People may forget our sunny days, but they won't forget the days we got disgusting.
If we write about the joy of a beautiful day, or a special smile from a stranger, even if it's a fleeting thought, it shows that we are capable of recognizing beauty and goodness. Each and every thing we write tells the world who we are.
The language we use broadcasts to the world just what kind of people we really are.
It's true, we might express different feelings on different days; we may be in a happy lighthearted mood one day and irritated beyond belief the next day. On still another day we could be feeling sad, depressed, suicidal.
No matter the mood, how we express those thoughts is who we are. We are what we think. We cannot write something we haven't actually thought about.
Even if we publish the lyrics to a song, there's a reason we choose those lyrics. It reveals something about us.
Choose to share a quote; it makes a statement.
Opt to add a picture to our story. That picture, no matter what it is, shows our innermost feelings at the time of the choosing.
Whatever our personal background, race, religion, political leaning, philosophy, ethnicity; the sharing of our words has the same end result. It tells people who we are.
So, hiding here in our own small space, whatever the people in our real world think of us, the people reading our thoughts know us best. We can fake out our families and friends. The strangers we pass on the street will never know what we really think. But we can't fake out the people who only know us by the sharing of the thoughts in our heads.
Folks; here in the wide world called the Internet, this is where you can't fool people.
You may not reveal the fact that you are a serial rapist or have gotten away with murder.
The world may not know that you choose to anonymously give comfort and care to the most helpless of our needy people or animals.
These are things you do.
We can't know about those things unless you tell us, but we can tell if you are ugly or beautiful inside your mind.
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