advice

As I uttered those friendly advices, I was temporarily taken aback by the words I was saying. They seemed to make perfect sense as they poured right from my lips, yet I realised how alien I was to them. They were spoken from the depth of my experience and learnings, yet I knew nothing of them. They simply formulated themselves into a sensible structure, then escaped from my mouth. How could that be?

I understand them, theoretically, as they've long been a part of me, but I cannot recognise them. The failure in recognition is, I realise, in large part due to the fact that I never really integrated them into my life. They are merely words I spill to whomever, whenever, wherever. The disappointment!

Now, they began to sting at my heart whenever I spill them forth, for it began to realise how little they were put into actual use. They make me feel guilty for I was always able to polish them to such fine glamour just to be carried around at the corners of my lips, and nothing more. They gnaw at me for my inability to apply it on myself. They drive me mad.

People who are great at giving advices are never great at following them. Perhaps we are our own biggest hypocrite.