Something left unsaid…

Why do we walk away without saying the words?

Those words get stuck somewhere between our heads and hearts then never get said. Sometimes we never truly know what could have been.

Why are we afraid to be honest, speak our minds, and share our truths? Is it fear? Fear of happiness, or fear of rejection?

What is rejection?

Being told no…

Losing the dream…

Reality is scary, but is it better to wonder? The truth hurts sometimes. We know this. Why run from it? We hide like cowards when we should stand strong and speak up.

Why not just stand up and face those fears. Be brave–face the truth, ask the question. Maybe rejection won’t come, maybe you’ll get acceptance instead. Wouldn’t it be easier to know either way?

Have you ever held your words out of fear and later wondered what could have been?

14 thoughts on “Something left unsaid…

  • Constantly.
    Frequently.
    Sometimes a little less often.

    Good questions.

  • I’ve held my words back in fear for many years. Only in this last year, after my dad died, did I begin to think that maybe I didn’t want to go to my grave wondering what could have been. Or feeling like I only did what I thought others wanted me to do (note that I say “thought” because often our fear is driven by what we think others will do, not what they’ve actually done).

    I am growing in courage bit by bit, I think.

  • Wondering is a terrible thing. When I wonder, my imagination runs wild and I begin to believe my crazy brain concoctions.

    All of this is very complicated. Recently, I’ve become less communicative. I’m not exactly sure why. I suspect it’s because I’ve lots of bottled up anger and I’m afraid if I open my mouth inappropriate things might spurt out.

    I’m not sure where the anger originates although I bet you anything some of it comes because I don’t speak my mind when doing so would very possibly uproot the deeply buried negative emotions.

    It’s amazing that at 61 years of age, I still find dealing with people to be so difficult, often disappointing, and usually frustrating. (Pardon me. This isn’t a good time of year for me. I’ll feel differently soon).

    • No pardon required, we all feel better when the sun is shining and the cherry blossoms bloom.
      Very soon, Shaddy.

  • My life, I suspect, is no different from most. It is the sum of many things unsaid.

    Understanding how those unspoken words scarred my living has done nothing to undo the threads of discord that resulted from my silent past. But every day is a new, with new opportunities, new choices, and new words to be shared. I prefer to live in those moments and let the past bury itself.

    Do I wonder if life would have been different or better had I spoke up? — Doesn’t everybody?

    I enjoyed this post – It’s not often we hear from the mind behind the words. Thank you for sharing this bit of you.

    • I’m a little of both. When I feel good about something or someone I say it right away. I started losing friend right out of high school, and so, learned early not to take loved ones for granted.
      It’s the anger and disappointment I tend to keep to myself, but then, when I do share it, I have diarrhea of the mouth and say too much.
      I do usually speak my mind about the day to day stuff–just ask my husband 🙂
      Thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed the post. It was also prompted by a song.

  • OH!!!! I JUST NOTICED THE BRILLIANT QUOTE YOU SELECTED!

    THANK YOU.

  • I think we may have been taught at an early age to hold our thoughts. How many times did our parents tell us to “shush”, “hush” or “be quiet”. Or in the classroom, not be able to share something that piqued our interest after learning about it.

    I believe this carries over into our adult life. It is reinforced by the working world – an etiquette of sorts.

    Now that I have retired from the working world, it is uplifitng to be able to write what I think and feel. It is a learning process to move that process into my speach.

    I am reminded of this now more than ever, when I take my mother, who has Alzheimers Disease, out into Starbuck’s for her Mocha. She is back to thinking like a child and saying what she feels. She is apt to say out loud “she is really fat” or “look at her blouse, isn’t it gaudy”. It makes me cringe, but she is not bothered by it in the least. I’m getting good at reconizing when she may make a comment and distracting her.

    • I think, PW, you’re on to something. I do feel much more restricted at work. Which is when I mostly want to speak my mind. I was told a couple of years ago by a senior manager that I was biting. “You’re comments tend to be biting and you should think before you say things.” This is exactly what she told me. I have to say that my department gets much less of me since then. Now I censor myself and the ideas and suggestions don’t flow like they should. The worse part about it is, she was speaking for the entire department but in truth she was the only person who believed my comments were ‘biting’. Oh well…

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