The monster known as misinterpretation. It would seem somewhere in the rise of digital communication we have lost the art of real conversation, and thus, the loss of hearing how a person’s inflection can drastically change a given sentence. As I sit here and type to you in my head I hear my conversation plainly, but as you read my sentences it is possible they are taken completely out of context.
Life carries with it much pain that is contained barely beneath the surface. It takes but a slight scratch for the dragon to rise and rear its ugly, horned head. There is the classic rendition of assuming, to assume is to make an ass of u and me. It holds true. Ask, before you act. A lesson for us all. To talk, is to converse through real, spoken words.
Send sunshine, universally accepted and acknowledged by a source greater than all of us.