The voice of Reason

Were Generally Not Listening

We all hear this voice but seldom pay attention to it. I know this to be true because I can document this behavior in my life. I must confess I’Äôm not proud of myself for not listening to the voice and most of the time I’Äôve paid dearly for having a deaf ear.

The Voice of Wisdom

The voice of course comes from some location in my mind and in the most part can be viewed as a valued friend trying to give me healthy advice, when I’Äôm telling myself that this is what I want to do. In my early years the valued voice was shouted down because I wanted something to happen like getting married for the first time and having a family. I so wanted that to happen that the voice of good reason didn’Äôt have a chance changing my mind and so it came to pass. This failure to listen created two incredible sons and heart problems that almost did me in.

Failure to Listen Means Failure

In retrospect I see failure written all over the marriage that was built on hope but had no cement to hold it together. It was a classic case of letting our dreams prevail and ignoring all the signs that pointed to the conclusion that getting married was doomed before letting the ink dry on the marriage certificate. And we both knew it but we charged ahead hoping beyond hope that hope would prevail and love would be our reward.

The Voice & I Reason It Out

Today second only to my wife the voice in my head is my most trusted friend and constant advisor. The voice talks sense to me and through that process I give one hundred percent thought to what I’Äôm about to do. Thus I let the light of day shine in and see what my motives are and is that what I really want to do? Then once my mind tells me what is true then and only then do I take one step forward till my goal is achieved.

Who Better to Listen To Then Yourself

Some would say that listening to yourself is a fool giving advice to himself. I don’Äôt share this opinion and value greatly what I’Äôm saying to myself, because who better to advice me then my closets companion me. That’Äôs me talking and listening, how about you?


Don L. Terrill

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