You always hear stories of people on their deathbeds wishing they had said this or that to a loved one, wished they had expressed an emotion to someone that they know they should have, and wished that they would be allowed a second chance to say what they wanted to say but had no chance to. We design our lives in a way that creates valid excuses for our silence. We trade comfort and avoidance for confrontations and human expression. Where is the freedom in that?
7 replies on “All that remains unsaid”
I love this photo!!
Thank you so much!
The freedom to choose to engage or not is still freedom of sorts…. though the choices are often made through fear..
it was to be say – to live a life as the last day of life
it can be also to live a life as the farst day of life ,,,,
thnaks it grea thinking and intance picture
Your photos are wonderful but your insights are even greater…..I love the way you think….
Always so thought provoking, Mimo. I love that – thank you.
Love this!