I saw something last night that touched me…and made me think. I read something about lessons–life lessons I guess you could call them– and how it was hard to learn them. To think that you had let people down, or hurt them, or anything like that. But this also got me thinking about the people on the other side of that. The ones ‘teaching’, for want of a better phrase. Because there is always two sides, right?
I think it’s as hard–maybe sometimes even harder–to have to tell someone you care about that what they’re doing isn’t right.
I think it can hurt just as much to know that what you’re saying is going to hurt someone else.
But you know it’s the right thing to do.
You know that any other action would only cause greater pain/loss/heartache in the future if you don’t.
It’s a bitter pill to swallow.
And doing the right thing is just as hard for the ‘teacher’ as it is for the ‘student’.