To speak freely?

“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others.”

Cicero, in full Marcus Tullius Cicero (born 106 bce, died 43 bce) was an influential Roman statesman, lawyer, scholar, and writer during the age of the final civil wars that destroyed the Roman Republic.

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His comments can lead to a downward spiral of ruminating unsought.

Or my voice may return self-assured.

Then, at rare times - caustic and acrid.

Deliberately spiteful.

Useful?

No.

It’s me they hurt as I devalue my nature.

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We began with pleasantries over a cup of tea.

As we sat in my courtyard, he proclaimed falsehoods not based on fact.

He accused me of abandonment.

I was deeply hurt.

I felt incredulous and confused.

His words were cruel, and I questioned his capacity for empathy.

He remained steadfast and unwavering.

I looked down at my hands, shocked at his thoughtless statements and considered their origin.

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It had been a tumultuous time of upheaval.

I had been brave.

Was my newfound freedom a threat?

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I paused and carefully considered.

A ‘voice trapped’ by gratitude?

No.

I felt the strength of self-assertion.

I had found my voice and felt empowered by it.

He did not apologise.

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Free speech?

There is complexity, even within close personal relationships, including family.

I deny myself this right to speak freely to protect myself from harm and not to hurt perceived unity.

Yet, I perpetuate the illusion that it will diminish meaningful and honest conversation opportunities.

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One week later, as we walked to his car after basketball, I found myself returning to the downward spiral of ruminating unsought.

Yet, on the return drive, he was cheerful and spoke of the frivolous.

I pondered where this would lead to.

Then, he qualified the context.

Is this enough to help you understand?

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For just a moment, I considered our previous interaction.

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Furious at the purposeless irrelevance, I replied quickly with a flash of anger about free speech.

No longer ‘voice lost.’

My words were deliberately spiteful.

Useful?

No.

It’s me they hurt as I devalued my nature.

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The trap of gratitude and subsequent rumination had deprived me of my innate disposition.

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Kind.

Considerate.

Compassionate and humane.

Or, at the very least, benign or self-limiting.

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Did I apologise?

No.

I felt regret.

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Let me do so now.

I’m sorry, Dad.

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