You laugh at them. You point your finger and call them a fool. Their silence amuses you, their gentleness becomes your joke, and the crowd joins your laughter as if kindness were weakness. It feels enjoyable today, sweet on your tongue like careless victory. Their patience becomes your stage, their humility your entertainment. But time is a quiet witness. It watches without speaking, It writes its lessons slowly in the turning pages of life. A day will come When laughter turns into tears. The echoes of your mockery will return to your own ears like thunder across an empty sky. Situations will arise without warning, storms without hands to beat you Yet heavy enough to break your pride. Pain will arrive quietly, And you will feel the trembling of a heart that once laughed too loudly. And that fool, that funny person you once mocked, may stand in the distance, not laughing, but witnessing your tears, your shaking voice, Your falling ego. For life has a patient way of bending the tallest p...
Horrible things might happen,
because of the people around you—
words like stones in their mouths,
thrown without care for where they land.
Do not let irritation find a home in your chest.
This, too, is part of living,
a chapter written by fate
with ink that tests your patience.
When they speak badly of you,
choose distance over defense.
Silence can be a shelter,
avoid them for the sake of your sanity,
for the calm your spirit deserves.
If they blame you for every shadow,
every crack they refuse to fix,
do not stay and bleed explanations.
Walk away.
Peace is not cowardice.
One day—
quiet, unannounced—
The truth will rise on its own,
untouched by anger,
undeniable as light.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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