Three fingers

We are with titles again. Yes after two days with no workable title box we have a workable box again. I guess the world is not coming to an end after all. Furthermore the sun is out and shining radiantly down through Cumulus cloudiness.

Why do we hurt those we most care about sometimes? Why? Why is it that the same tongue that tells another how much they mean to us is the same tongue that rips them to shreds? Let's take the "we" out of this, make it the singular "I". Because there is no point in hiding behind the diplomatic "we" when it is "I" who is at fault recently.

Recently I was involved in a conflict or two. Imagine that. Conflict(s). Yeah life provides that sometimes. So I did some finger pointing. Yep, I loaded my finger guns and fired away! It does not matter whether the other person was right or wrong. Irregardless of that, I hurt them, I hurt them with my words. Off I fired at least a couple of soul stirring(not in a good way)remarks. Born out of anger. Not good. Not good at all.

It is so easy to play the blame game. It is so easy when arguing or in the heat of battle to attack with blazing finger pointing guns accompanied by soul puncturing words. Yet it can be so wrong. And I was so wrong. What I said was wrong not to mention cruel. For some reason I forgot about the three fingers.

Three fingers. Perhaps you have heard of them. They point at us. They actually point back at us. Oops. I mean they point at me. They actually point back at me. You see anytime I have a finger pointed at another, there are three pointed back at me. Ouch. That is a startling truth from which I cannot escape. Who the hell am I to hurt another person that I care deeply about just because we don't see eye to eye on something at the moment? Who the hell am I to go there? I see fingers pointing at me, pointing back at me.
Three fingers.