한번 생각하고 말하기 운동

According to Leo oppa, I once was a quiet girl too.

I guess I kind of was, during the first years of my Californian life-- my "Fresh-Off-the-Boat" days, in other words. Why did I keep my mouth shut? 'Cause I couldn't speak [English].

Other than those out of ordinary times, I spoke.
I mean...I talked. I talk. I talk. and talk.

Retrieving memories from my childhood stories, I can say that wise men in any story or culture don't speak much. I believe Jesus wasn't much of a chatter either. They simply observe, nod, and open their mouths only at exact moments, to speak only of the world's precious teachings.

Words can easily disguise the truth and make too light of things.
Words are dangerous.

I never want to hurt people with what I say.
Unfortunately, it happens sometimes though I don't mean it.
Today was one of those days. It all started with petty, extremely casual talk and I just couldn't shut my blabbering mouth until one moment it felt like my tongue was dancing a vulgar dance. I felt the lightness of my being and could not be more foolish than wishing that I could re-gather what I have spilled.

So on this day, my friends, I have learned a great lesson.
Hate to admit it, but I feel cliches through the skin and I feel that they are consuming me whenever Life reveals itself in disguise. That must mean I am aging...
Before I end this day, may I recite AMC theater's signature line and declare that silence is.........golden? ㅠ_ㅜ

Picture Title: "No More Miss Little Busy Mouth"