Tag: emotional wisdom

Bonhomie

I love people
Who carry kindness calmly,
Like a small light in their hands …
They do not wait for applause
They simply move through the world
With softness in their voice
And calm in their heart …

I admire those
Who naturally have morals and manners
Not because someone taught them to perform goodness
But because respect lives inside them
They greet people warmly
Listen without rushing
And leave others feeling valued …

I notice people
With self awareness and common sense
They pause before speaking
They understand that words can stay
Inside someone for a long time
So they choose honesty with care
And silence when silence is kinder …

I feel safe around those
Who have consideration for others
They think beyond themselves
They notice tired faces,
unspoken feeling,
Small discomforts in crowded rooms
Their kindness pays attention …

I appreciate people
Who move through the world gently
Without making it everyone else’s problem
They carry their struggles with grace
They do not spread hurt everywhere they go
Even in difficult moments
They try not to wound others …

I respect people
Who care without keeping score
They give because their heart tells them to
Not for praise
Not to collect favors
Not to remind others later
Of everything they once did …

I hold close the people
Who don’t make noise about their goodness
There is something rare about them
No performance, no loud display
Just humble decency, day after day
The kind of people
Who simply are …

#roksanatales

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Bonhomie means a warm, friendly, and relaxed kindness in a person’s behaviour. It describes someone who is naturally pleasant, easy to be around, and makes others feel comfortable without trying too hard.
The word is derived from the French bonhomme, meaning ‘good-natured fellow’ …

Bonhomie
/ˌbɒnəˈmiː/ (British English)
Sounds like: bon-uh-MEE

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You’re a Bonhomie to me
I♥️

Behind her Sunglasses

She has always loved wearing sunglasses …

As a teenager, she would watch her sisters tilt their faces toward the light, their lashes casting long shadows over eyes that shimmered with beauty. When she looked in the mirror, her own eyes seemed smaller, plainer, framed by short lashes. It stung her heart a little, like a tiny splinter she couldn’t quite pull out …

Over time, she began to reclaim them. She traced deep kajol along her lids, soft & dark, like ink drawing a doorway. Her eyes lookd wider, more alive. People began to say she looked striking, and for the first time, her eyes felt truly hers …

Then life changed. Grief came quietly, like water filling a low space. In her reflection, she noticed it, the sparkle that once danced in her eyes had turned gentler, dimmer, like smoke fading after a flame. Her eyes began to carry stories of long nights and silent endurance. She didn’t always want others to read them …

So she reached for her sunglasses. The cool plastic rested against her temples, the tinted lenses washed the world in sepia. It felt like drawing a curtain over a window. Behind them, she had privacy. No one could see the sadness flicker and ask, “Are you okay?” …

She’s learned something through this little ritual, and that is, sometimes covering up isn’t vanity; it’s survival. The layers we wear, sunglasses, kajol, even a careful smile, are small stitches tht hold us togther until we’re ready to heal …

Sometimes, she still wonders: what would it feel like to step into the light barefaced, to let her eyes tell their truth, and to trust the world not to look away?

#roksanatales


Her eyes carry stories the world is not
yet ready to read

I♥️