honest: free of deceit and untruthfulness; sincere.
I’ve become increasingly aware that not everyone is as truthful as I am with them. It’s a shame considering my sheer open and bluntness with everyone. I thought it would mean others can be as real as they are with me. I guess not.
I noticed my conscience gets the better of me — it controls my actions. When I do wrong, I am bothered to no end. Not everything you say will be as you want it. Some days, you wish you could take it back. It’s circumstantial. Unfortunately, you can’t once it’s out there.
I don’t think people apologize enough. It’s hard to swallow your pride and admit you did wrong. And all for what? A small hit to your ego. Somehow in the imperfect world, we as people, cannot fathom admitting we are wrong.
Sincerity is paramount. But what do I know. Later world.