Everyone upset all the time
as words get minced and mashed;
Another revision to refine
or run the risk of being trashed.
Every reader, now faint of heart,
words launched must be landed soft;
Dangers highlighted at the start,
a moral duty held aloft.
Let’s coddle the kids in cotton
though there’s never been less to fear;
Let the grandma’s not be forgotten,
it’s a wonder they ever made it here!
How can the word be defended?
Let loose it’s power, unrestrained;
Must we always be offended
and finding others to be blamed?
This is not a world of roses;
When there’s no words left to teach,
so the ideal one supposes
suddenly becomes out of reach.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
1994ever 
The way we get offended by anything these days… and how we feel that we must isolage against all those things that trigger us.
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Words do stir up controversy! Cause fear in some and are weaponized by others. Very sad.
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Cheers Dwight 🙏
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:>)
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You have your finger on the pulse beat of the world !!
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Someone put me in charge! Thanks Helen 🙏
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A well written sharp reflection on how easily we take offense these days. I appreciate the reminder that words are meant to challenge as much as comfort
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Thanks Marja 🙏
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In the Chuang Tzu, there is a story about grief whose teaching is to feel it as long as you need to. This can be applied to any thing that one needs to process.
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It is a world of roses and thorns. Bitterness is indeed a flammable toxin!
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