Mistaking kindness for social etiquette towards others is our biggest misunderstanding; in fact, it is a talisman for self-preservation.

I used to wonder why misfortune always seemed to find me. Only later did I realize that the so-called abyss is just fate's way of saying my container is too small to hold the upcoming blessings, forcing my perspective to expand. In this process, seeking outward is a tactic; no matter how many communication skills I learn, if my heart is unresolved, what I say will still be laced with thorns.

Seeking inward is the true way.

No longer staying up all night over a wrong word, no longer completely denying myself after a setback. Even if I mess up a project, my first reaction isn't to scold myself for being stupid, but to go downstairs and buy a hot tea to soothe that panicked, helpless little kid inside.

Lower the knife pointing at yourself, and the wound will begin to heal.

What do you think?