Uphold your value!

There is this one single question that life keeps putting my way. Should I let my values reign, or should I mirror the malevolence directed at me? One might endure the sting of ill treatment, the weight of unjust words, and the piercing gaze of misunderstanding. Yet, even armed with an unbreakable defense, one might still choose to uphold their values rather than engage in a meaningless battle of proving other wrong. A battle that might lead to losing part of one's essence, that which forms the core of the person. In the relentless endeavors to prove others wrong, one might reach the far shore only to find that, in their endeavor, they have sacrificed their ship of kindness, their anchor of self-respect. They have filled their lungs with the murk of conspiracy and their eyes with the haze of hatred. And by the time they stand, they stand unrecognizable, no longer the same person they once were when they started this fruitless journey. And this joy of surviving shortly decays, crushed by the weight of what they lost in this voyage.

Is it worth it? The answer is no. It's not! Although at some moments it might falsely seem to be, but it is not. 

Picture a scene: a man strikes your face, only to lament that the hardness of your face bruised his hand. He weaves a tale, portraying you as the villain who hurt his poor hand. And there you stand, in the midst of this twisted narrative, silently listening, pondering. Should you wade into the mire and wrestle with the pig, or should you let your values guide you through?

The answer to this is, If you know yourself, if you truly know yourself, what power do the words of others hold over you? 

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