les murs ont des oreilles

les murs ont des oreilles

translation: “Who can say who is listening?”

This is a french version of ‘the walls have ears.’

I know that I always told my groups in business if they talked badly about clients … the clients would ‘hear’ <even without being within miles of the conversation>

Hearing is often not a physical thing … it is simply knowing.

It is a feeling.

Here is a truth <albeit a harsh truth>. It is silly to believe you can say something out loud and not believe that it echoes through the ether in a way that someone can feel the ripples of the words.

Well,

Not really silly.

Just stupid.

Or maybe just ignorant.

I fully understand we all say mean things sometimes. And sometimes we actually mean them. And sometimes they are uttered out of spite or some senseless random emotional trigger … in other words … semi-meaningless.

But.

Here is the deal <that Life neglected to put in its handbook for you>.

Senseless or meaningful … it is heard.

Always.

And it amazes me when someone is surprised that something they said came circling back.

The words you hear?

But it was a secret.

But I just told one person.

But I didn’t really mean it.

But.

But.

But again.

You are a butthead.

I don’t go for the bullshit of “if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say it all” because we wouldn’t be human if we actually did that.

Say what you mean.

Say what you feel.

Say it … and know it will be heard.

No one is eavesdropping but Life.

No one has betrayed you by sharing a secret.

No one has listened when they shouldn’t have.

Life is always listening.

And Life will always share what it knows.

In the end … who can say who is listening? <I can answer that>

Life.

And, by the way, Life is a gossip. But it will not tell you shit about its own secrets … and yet it will not hesitate one second to share everyone else’s secrets.

The quicker you learn that the better off you will be.

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Written by Bruce