Just along for the ride

k.b. // unknown

Before I speak, I stop and see what kind of mind stands next to me. Not every ear is built to hear, not every heart invites what’s clear. Some fight to win, not to understand, they guard their views with closed-off hands. They hear reply, not truth or tone, they’re never wrong — they stand alone. So I don’t waste my breath on walls that echo back their borrowed calls. I’ve learned that silence can be wise when pride has sealed another’s eyes. Not every battle needs my voice, not every wrong demands a choice. Some peace is earned by walking past, by letting small minds hold their past. I don’t need wins that cost my calm, or words that leave my spirit harmed. I choose my ground, I choose my fight, I choose my sleep, my inner light. Because maturity is this: to know when truth would still be missed. And wisdom isn’t proving more — it’s knowing what you’re speaking for. So if your mind can’t bend or see, I won’t argue — I’ll stay free. I choose my peace, my quiet strength, not every point is worth the length.🖤

me: no perhaps my soul is rotten

— Unknown