When some depressed one tells the words which could be either not so controlled enough to injure the words told one, that carelessly talking tone by the one is just so light.

But another one whom the one told could be obliged to be told these words could be hurt with these told words, then that thing could be heavy at receiving them.

Then originally words things are substantially so light but heavy either. This so invetable nature makes us upsetted around it.

Words means medicine and poison. Its nature as double-edged sword means our lightest but the most harmful strong arm too easy to use so carefully and unexpectedly too light to prevent us from hurting the told one so easily.

With words, we get and obtain the best friend, pal, the best colleague, simultanesously lose them all so easily. That truth could never discreminate the one by whom we could be told, very perfect strangers and parents, children, together the same.

Rather so close relation could have mutually broken heart, because their all distance is too close to keep mutually awoken eyes together. Then they each take any words lightly and mutually injured.

With so distanced ones, rather objectively careful words could be taken, but these so modest words could not always impress told ones' mind.

Occasionally there must be very light words, not carefully, nevertheless these so carelessly taken words could heal told ones.

Then to us, mind's assessing which taken words could be light or heavy must be either so arbitrary. Eventually, our words and us in relevance is so complicated that we'd never take them all so easily.

Because each occasion has each circumstance.

(to be continued)

Apr.  7th.   2021