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arguing


I'm just so sick of arguing with people
It's not a good feeling when you are both yelling at each other to prove a point
And to be quite honest, its not worth it
I used to gain so much joy from these things
Thinking it was discussion and evolving or something

Maybe intellectually we were getting somewhere
But spiritually, emotionally, it was all degrading
Speaking over each other
Making the other person feel uncomfortable
Experiencing that first hand and realizing that you never ever
Want to make the other person feel the way that you did.

When things come from the intention of empathy and mutual love,
This is when things actually grow
Not when you’re creating walls of opinions
But when you connect through shared differences
And acknowledgement of this diversity
This is where true evolution happens

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