The man misunderstood

Croxt:

Let's be candid. Does the government care for your taxes if you happen to be homeless? I don't know. But you give to Caesar what belongs to him anyway. That's how you stay away from trouble. Once you understand whatever needs to be done. And people are like that. Hopeful, and faithful enough to put trust in a passing storm. The thunder is what inspires us. In the rains with a voice to lead, even if misguided, we trust the confident. The braces holding our teeth seldom help us to say things straight. Because sometimes we have so much to say and we opt not to. Somethings are better not said. They are best left unspoken. So to speak sometimes is a blessing and a curse. We say things that tie a knot in our tongues and sometimes, we say things and unchain flawed thinking. Silence is golden. Maybe actions actually speak louder than words. Words become actions, right? For motivated motion is better than pointless direction. To speak and be misunderstood happens. To say nothing and be misunderstood also happens. The waring warrior sets foot in wars he knows he stands a chance. He raises to the occasion when his sword is ready and out of it's scabbard. The tongue itself is a weapon. For even to shout out peace or truth is waging war against those uncomfortable around it. People ultimately hear what they want to thus the man who speaks takes a risk. The consequences of his utterances. To speak carelessly is to act carelessly. The impact is easy to estimate, thanks to the conviction we feel in our voices, the hidden motives swimming at the back of our minds, the beating emptiness echoing in the depth of our hearts. We know little of the weight our words have on others until we've seen the aftermath of their battles. The bigger complete picture. Because to speak is to fight and to fight; only the sharpest swords tear deep. 

Yours sincerely,

The misunderstood man