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O is for Observations

Lessons that life teaches require far more than a classroom to be taught. The art of observation is one that is becoming lost as an increasing amount of platforms allow for every thought that a person has ever had to be posted for the world to see.

It is a lost art to learn from merely watching those around you. There are those that still spend hours simply watching people and learning from what they see. It is surprising how much you can learn about someone when you pay attention to there actions instead of just the words that come out of their mouth. It is possible that the words and actions do not always match and there are some that are hiding things from the world.

The reasons are numerous, and in some cases it can protect you to learn what they are hiding before you become involved with them. It is easy to take someone at their word when the other party involved is not to be found and sorting out the truth can take years. It is best to ensure that you are in a position to make accurate observations about the people and situations around you before making decisions that could change your life.


There are dozens of decisions that are made as a result of the way people present themselves. It is easy to allow emotions to overshadow your ability to make an informed decision in times of crisis. It is best to observe the body language and actions to see how they measure up to the words that come out of a person's mouth before allowing them to enter into your life on a permanent basis. Careful observation is what keeps you safe and should not be over rated.

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