“I must learn to love the fool in me—the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of my human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my Fool.” – Theodore Isaac Rubin
There are times when I talk too much.
I over-explain, offer lots and lots and… of detail.
Sometimes I feel bad afterwards; wishing I could have been succinct and elegant in my words. The feeling bad is a wasted emotion.
I am better served by honoring those around me who “put up” with me – those who more than tolerate my Fool.
Given the alternative, I am better off talking “too much.”
Yeah… that’s what I’ll do.