I never had imagined that the older I'd get the harder it would be to listen to criticism. Biting my tongue and nodding was my simple way of avoiding a never-ending argument. I knew that this would make my opponent think deep down whether his/her criticism was very well said as they critiqued and why there wasn't any boxing match of outspoken words against them. As far as I could remember, I handled this process well. Sad to say that I did not realize as with each wisdom we gain, we lose a millimeter of patients, and patients is a virtue. Yes, I just had realized over a day, that I had changed. I could not keep my self from biting my tongue anymore. Did I ware my teeth out? No. I simply got too wise to fool my self from biting my tongue too lightly where I let a few words slip out as if I did not mean it. I knew I had to break this habit even though I felt a bit relieved as I spoke back to someone's remarks. My humble wisdom that I had gained over the years would shrink each time I spoke back foolishly. Being a newborn is what everyone needs to re-direct their ways back to remind them selves of the better you. Think about it. A newborn does not know how to talk. They are sweet. They smile, nod, and turn away. We, as parents call them our angels. I wanted to be the same as I was once before. It took time to re-teach myself. Going through what I call "baby-steps" gave my tongue blisters as I tried to succeed the way I did in the past. I won the battle once more, and the more I did, the easier it had become. In the end, people do realize that the less argumentative one always wins the battle because of his or her "angel" way of handling and argument full of criticism. The fiery matter of an argument between one another perishes as you simply walk away. It is not ignorance. It is a wise way of being humble. Remember, a fool is a man with many words.
