DONT EVER MISTAKE MY SILENCE FOR IGNORANCE

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 Don’t ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness.

It is a mistake to believe that the silent person is ignorant. The silent person is almost always the one that you should listen to most. Instead of spending time babbling about unimportant things, he listens and learns. He spends time in thought instead of meaningless conversations about nothing. Ignorant is the last adjective that I would use to describe him.

Likewise, the person who can stay calm in all situations is a person of quiet confidence. Do not read anything into his calm demeanor, except for the fact that he probably has his act together. The warrior, who is confident in himself, has no reason to lose his cool. He maintains his composure in spite of the storm around him. You may even find that the more critical the situation, the more calm and rational the warrior becomes because he is even more focused than normal.

Many people also tend to look at the kind-hearted man as weak or wimpy. This is another common misconception. Kindness is not a weakness; it is a strength. A warrior's benevolence does not signify weakness; rather it signifies the warrior's good heart. You can have a good heart without being weak. In fact, I would suggest that it takes courage and self-confidence to be kind in every situation.

The person, who can maintain a calm silence in troubled times, and at the same time, can continue to be kind to everyone in his path, while others lose both their composure and their benevolence, is a person of honor and integrity. He has mastered the art of inner peace. Those who truly understand this will hold such a person in great regard. 

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