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Comments I Never Posted

ｋａｄａｌ said:
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When I first stepped into the world of this forum, my words were like a wild, untamed wind. I read almost everything, but my appreciation was hard to earn—I only left a 'like' if a post truly touched my mind. When it came to commenting, I was purely driven by instinct. I wrote exactly what I felt after the very first read, without a single filter or a second thought. If my words landed as harsh, rude, or teasing, I simply did not care. I was brutally honest, and I never paused to wonder if my thoughts might leave a bruise.
Interestingly, the people whose posts I commented on rarely complained. It was often the so-called online brothers and sisters, or possessive boyfriends, who had more problems with my words than the person who actually received them. Some would suddenly become protective guardians, while others acted as if every comment on their partner's post needed their approval. At first, I found it funny and played along with them.
There was even one incident that stayed with me. I once had to delete an entire thread because of a girl's possessive boyfriend. It wasn't because the person who received my words had a problem with what I had written. But someone else decided that my presence, my words, or simply my interaction was something that needed to be controlled. At that time, I didn't think much beyond the frustration of losing a thread I had written. But looking back, I think that was one of the moments that made me realise how easily a simple comment can become someone else's issue. What starts as a few harmless words can sometimes turn into unnecessary drama when people bring their own assumptions, attachments, or possessiveness into it.
But slowly, my thoughts changed. I began to realise that words are strange things. What feels like a harmless joke to one person can feel like an insult to another. What we write in a few seconds may stay in someone else's mind for much longer. We know what we meant when we wrote something, but we can never fully control how someone else understands it. So, I slowly became quieter. I stopped commenting on most people's posts. Even when I had something to say, I often chose to keep it to myself. These days, I am very selective about where I leave my words. Sometimes I read a post, think of a reply, smile to myself, and simply move on. Not because I have nothing to say, but because silence sometimes feels kinder than being misunderstood—or getting dragged into someone else's unnecessary possessiveness.
I also started looking at likes differently. I realised that everyone has their own reason for posting. Some write for points, some for badges, some for attention, and some simply enjoy sharing their thoughts. It doesn't really matter to me anymore. I can still leave a like without judging the post or trying to decide whether it deserves one. These days, I mostly read quietly, post my own thoughts, and when someone takes the time to comment on my post, I make sure to respond. If someone has taken a moment to leave their words in my space, I feel that their words deserve to be heard.
Maybe, with time, we learn that being part of a forum is not only about having something to say. It is also about knowing when to speak, when to stay quiet, and when not to get involved in someone else's little world. Every comment is like a small footprint we leave behind. Once it is there, we cannot always decide how someone will remember it. So now, before I leave my words somewhere, I ask myself one simple question: “Is this really worth saying, or would my silence be kinder?” And more often than before, I have learned that silence doesn't mean we have nothing to say. Sometimes, silence is simply a thought spoken with care.
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Nice man !!! I figured it out long back. Now behaving it accordingly.
 
@kadal

This is more profound man
It takes real maturity to realize that our words can be a mirror for one’s insecurities and that silence is definitely not a lack of something to say but the ultimate form of emotional intelligence

That transitions from Being heard to Been understanding and Reacting to reflecting is how we protect our own peace ✌️
 
ｋａｄａｌ said:
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When I first stepped into the world of this forum, my words were like a wild, untamed wind. I read almost everything, but my appreciation was hard to earn—I only left a 'like' if a post truly touched my mind. When it came to commenting, I was purely driven by instinct. I wrote exactly what I felt after the very first read, without a single filter or a second thought. If my words landed as harsh, rude, or teasing, I simply did not care. I was brutally honest, and I never paused to wonder if my thoughts might leave a bruise.
Interestingly, the people whose posts I commented on rarely complained. It was often the so-called online brothers and sisters, or possessive boyfriends, who had more problems with my words than the person who actually received them. Some would suddenly become protective guardians, while others acted as if every comment on their partner's post needed their approval. At first, I found it funny and played along with them.
There was even one incident that stayed with me. I once had to delete an entire thread because of a girl's possessive boyfriend. It wasn't because the person who received my words had a problem with what I had written. But someone else decided that my presence, my words, or simply my interaction was something that needed to be controlled. At that time, I didn't think much beyond the frustration of losing a thread I had written. But looking back, I think that was one of the moments that made me realise how easily a simple comment can become someone else's issue. What starts as a few harmless words can sometimes turn into unnecessary drama when people bring their own assumptions, attachments, or possessiveness into it.
But slowly, my thoughts changed. I began to realise that words are strange things. What feels like a harmless joke to one person can feel like an insult to another. What we write in a few seconds may stay in someone else's mind for much longer. We know what we meant when we wrote something, but we can never fully control how someone else understands it. So, I slowly became quieter. I stopped commenting on most people's posts. Even when I had something to say, I often chose to keep it to myself. These days, I am very selective about where I leave my words. Sometimes I read a post, think of a reply, smile to myself, and simply move on. Not because I have nothing to say, but because silence sometimes feels kinder than being misunderstood—or getting dragged into someone else's unnecessary possessiveness.
I also started looking at likes differently. I realised that everyone has their own reason for posting. Some write for points, some for badges, some for attention, and some simply enjoy sharing their thoughts. It doesn't really matter to me anymore. I can still leave a like without judging the post or trying to decide whether it deserves one. These days, I mostly read quietly, post my own thoughts, and when someone takes the time to comment on my post, I make sure to respond. If someone has taken a moment to leave their words in my space, I feel that their words deserve to be heard.
Maybe, with time, we learn that being part of a forum is not only about having something to say. It is also about knowing when to speak, when to stay quiet, and when not to get involved in someone else's little world. Every comment is like a small footprint we leave behind. Once it is there, we cannot always decide how someone will remember it. So now, before I leave my words somewhere, I ask myself one simple question: “Is this really worth saying, or would my silence be kinder?” And more often than before, I have learned that silence doesn't mean we have nothing to say. Sometimes, silence is simply a thought spoken with care.
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Choosing your own peace of mind over forum drama and people's pointless possessiveness is the best lesson learned.
 
cheetra said:
With reference to your post. I said so. I don't know how you were initially but now you are mature blogger.
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I still don't know if I can truly call myself mature. I have realized that maturity is not a permanent state as it shifts with the situation. In some moments, life pulls out our deepest wisdom, and in others, it brings out the raw child in us.
 
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Thaara said:
@kadal

This is more profound man
It takes real maturity to realize that our words can be a mirror for one’s insecurities and that silence is definitely not a lack of something to say but the ultimate form of emotional intelligence

That transitions from Being heard to Been understanding and Reacting to reflecting is how we protect our own peace ✌️
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Thank you... The moment we realize that protecting our peace is more important than proving our point, everything changes. :)
 
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