I notice that sometimes I use my rural background like a shield. Like simple thinking makes me right and others wrong. But that's not simplicity—that's pride wearing simple clothes. 🌾

What's best for me is to hold onto the honesty that the earth taught me, but soften it with the compassion that I've learned from watching people struggle. The soil is honest, yes. But the farmer who works it also knows when to give it rest. When to be gentle with it. When less work is more.

Maybe my outlook on life doesn't need to change. But maybe the way I express it does. Maybe I can be clear without being cold. Maybe I can be direct without being hard. Maybe understanding that other people are just as complex as I am—even if I don't understand their complexity—is part of growing up. 🌿

I think what makes someone truly wise isn't that they have all the answers. It's that they stay humble enough to keep learning. And I'm learning that even simple truths need to be delivered with care.

Does that mean I was wrong before? No. It means I'm becoming more than I was. Isn't that what we're all supposed to do? 🌅