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YOUR TONGUE, YOUR WORDS, YOUR IDENTITY



The tongue is very little yet it is probably the most dangerous organ in the human body. Words proceed from the mouth. The words we say can either make or mar a person forever. Words go a long way to define who and what a person is. 

Some people have sworn never to forgive members of their family and even friends because of what they were told by them maybe while growing up or as adults. I once had a roommate who swore never to have anything to do with her father because of how verbally abusive he was to both her and her mum wen she was younger. Alot of people are depressed, feel inferior, may never succeed and may never be happy because someone at some point in their lives said something to them that destroyed their ego, zeal, self esteem and happiness. Verbal abuse is probably worse than physical abuse.
Have you noticed that when you walk into a room, you can easily tell the attitude of nearly everyone in the room after listening to them talk for just 5minutes.


Some one might say "Its no one's business the way I talk?" I own my mouth, so I can say anything I want to at anytime and to anyone".... Hold on a second and think these statements over again. Now how do I they sound? Awful right? Although It is true that certain people are naturals when it comes to bringing out the worst in people, they push you to the wall so much that you have to struggle to prevent yourself from grabbing them by the throat and choking them to death, it is still important to realise that this is the time when maturity and self control should come in. We should discipline our selves to the point that negative words no longer find an abode on our tongues. What you say is who you are.
Guard and guide your tongue.. Watch your words.. Bless someone.
Silence remains the unbeaten antidote for anger and provocation.

 

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