“If the words you spoke appeared on your skin, would you still be beautiful?”― Auliq Ice
A lot can be said about a promise.
It’s more than just a phrase or statement that you recount or offer. It’s a vow, a pledge of words. Even more, a pact. This is often entered into by a nod, a “yes” spoken of sound mind or even a kiss on the cheek. It’s a matter of the heart, and a matter of will. Though sadly, many promises are too often offered emptily or they are broken altogether.
But even more can be said about those who fulfill their promises without fail.
This charge holds a man’s morality on a pedestal; the ability to keep the sanctity of a personal vow, no matter how small or large. In this sphere of expensive words, a promise is a contract of character.
But along with the ability to take a vow, a certain something also comes with being human; the ability to rationalize anything into what we need at the time.
And this poses a few questions:
Do we need to keep a promise if certain conditions aren’t met to our liking? Is there a time limit where this promise becomes null and void? Does it matter if it’s seemingly insignificant?
The answer is simple. This depends on the will, our own moral fiber and our desire to be held by our word. The choice is unique to everyone, but it’s a choice that should be met with care.
Because everything has a price.
I once heard it said that words are expensive, and this is a truth I witness every day. We pay for everything we say, and correspondingly for every action that we make. But words have a power unto their own.
They are the true handprints of thought.
They are also the mortar upon the wall of trust.
When I was younger, my father on more than a few occasions promised to take us to the lake on the weekend. Perhaps he did this so that my brother and I would behave and stay out of trouble, though I can’t recall or even speculate on his reasoning.
But the weekend always came, and we never once went to the lake.
On one particular occasion I was promised a banana split if I scored a goal during my soccer game. I scored two goals that game, but afterward, no banana split.
Regardless of the promises made, I learned a hard lesson on being disappointed. I found it hurtful to look forward to something and then have the very idea vanish like a shadow in the dark, or to place trust in someone and have that wall of trust fall away over time, brick by brick. And I vowed then to never break a promise to my children when I grew older.
To this day I can say safely that I never have.
But if we must know the value of a promise, we must also consider the value of our words.
Just a single word has the power to hurt. Just a single phrase has the power to change lives, inspire minds or ignite the world if offered properly. It is a power that most take for granted every day, and one that is wielded recklessly by so many.
We should all choose our words wisely, with care. Especially when a promise is offered. These words are not only bound by an unwritten contract, they are also bound by the fabric that binds us all together. If we weaken this, we lose our way to bond with the hearts of others.
Perhaps if the words we spoke had to be paid for with physical coin and currency, maybe then we’d choose them more wisely.
But be sure,
We pay for them all.