Be careful of what you say. Our tongue is powerful; the words that come out from it may encourage or discourage, or it may destruct or construct someone who is down. There is power of life and death in the tongue.

In the fable “Two Frogs,” the power of words is given emphasis. In the beginning of the story, two frogs who fell into a deep pit did their best to get out of it. They were told by the other frogs to stop from jumping out of the pit because they were good as dead already. The other one stopped, while the other continued until he got out of the pit.

The deep pit here symbolizes problem. Sometimes, in our journey we face different struggles that we even almost surrender without giving a good fight like what the other frog did. We lack self-confidence and we just simply listen to what others say toward us. We sometimes believe in them than in ourselves, than in our capabilities. We should always remember that we know who we are than what others know about us.

The other frogs in the story tell us that in this world, there are people who will push us down when we are into problems. Instead of pulling us up, and giving us encouragement, they prefer to push us more into the deep pit. Let us not turn our backs from them, and never let them manipulate the future of our life. There unceasing cries telling the two frogs to stop from jumping out are words that are so powerful. And it is up to us if we will listen to them, or not. If we are one of these frogs, we should always keep in our minds that there is always power of life and death to every word we utter toward someone. Let us all be sensitive to every word that come out from our mouth.

Speak life to those people who come our way. Life, in a way that we give them hope and encouragement. We do not know the capacity and capability of the other people, yet we can help them through our words. Sometimes, it is hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. It can be a medicine to those who are down and can help them make it through the day. The power of words… Blessed are those who take time to encourage other people through the power of words.

Dear Anger,

You have been here these days which made me uneasy. I thought you’re gone, now you show up almost every day–uninvited. It is normal to have you around, but I can’t help but bump into you and that messes my day. Not only that, but you also corrupt every good in me like a virus killing good cells. Your presence penetrates my head, you influence my thoughts, emotions, and actions badly. Anger, you overwhelm my heart with hate… it pushes away those I love, it creates a circle that keeps me away from all that is good outside and locks me in a solitude of sadness, sadness that turns to coldness, because you leave joy, peace, and love with so little space that I can’t even feel their warmth. You are destroying me. I wish you’ll vanish!

-Naivz

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Dear Naivz,

How dare you! I never wished to come here; don’t you know it’s your fault? It’s not me, it’s you! I hope you get it, how you see me is wrong, I am not what your eyes merely see. Can’t you sense who really am I? I became like this because you have ignored me before when I was bleeding, almost dead, terribly sad and drained but you were busy on chasing your dreams. You paid me no attention.

Now see what I have become, witness what your negligence has transformed me into a harmful being. You did not welcome me before; you were ashamed of me. I pled your attention but gave me a blank face–you acted like blind and deaf. I was wounded but you abandoned me. The saddest thing was, I did not die. I just slept, quarantined for a long time, kept in a dark cold corner so no one could notice. I thought that’s it, and you thought we’re over by running away? NO!

Now I am here. Can’t you still recognize the real me? I am PAIN, I was your ignored pain. Too bad, forgetting can’t wipe my existence.

–Pain, a.k.a Anger

Unexpressed feelings never die, they are buried alive and come forth later in uglier ways. –

-Anonymous, Mental Health

People have no anger problem. People have a pain problem. And that pain is most often unlabeled, unwelcomed and unprocessed sadness. –

  –Jonathan Trotter | C.S. Lewis, Sadness and Pain