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Sometimes, the true act of love…
is closing the door
One day, a snake slithered into the burrow of some rabbits.
They huddled together, tense, never before had they received a visit like this.
But the snake spoke in a soft, almost melancholic voice:
— Do not fear me… I am alone. I have no friends. I only seek a little warmth. Within me are centuries of wisdom that I want to share.
The rabbits looked at each other. They hesitated. But they decided to give her a chance.
That night they listened to her tales, her legends, her hypnotic tone.
She spoke like a philosopher. Like one of those ancient souls who seem to understand everything.
And suddenly… she bit one.
And disappeared.
The next night, she returned.
— Do not cast me out —she pleaded—. You know I am a snake. It’s hard for me not to bite. But I try. Friends accept each other with their flaws, don’t they?
The rabbits, naive and noble, hesitated once more… and trusted again.
Conversations, laughter, closeness… and again: she bit.
On the third night, the burrow was closed with a stone.
From outside, the snake coiled, hissed, whispered:
— Forgive me! This time I will change.
I just need one more chance…
But no one answered.
And then she huffed with bitterness:
— In this world, there is no longer room for those who think deeply!
And she disappeared into the shadows.
Because sometimes, the most venomous creatures do not come with their fangs exposed…
They come with wise words. With pretty phrases. With promises of change.
And still… they bite. They always bite.
Do not forget:
If someone hurts you over and over —even if they seem sincere, even if they speak beautifully, even if they quote Socrates or Buddha—
do not let them into your life anymore.
Even if you think being good means enduring.
Sometimes, the true act of love…
is closing the door.
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is closing the door
One day, a snake slithered into the burrow of some rabbits.
They huddled together, tense, never before had they received a visit like this.
But the snake spoke in a soft, almost melancholic voice:
— Do not fear me… I am alone. I have no friends. I only seek a little warmth. Within me are centuries of wisdom that I want to share.
The rabbits looked at each other. They hesitated. But they decided to give her a chance.
That night they listened to her tales, her legends, her hypnotic tone.
She spoke like a philosopher. Like one of those ancient souls who seem to understand everything.
And suddenly… she bit one.
And disappeared.
The next night, she returned.
— Do not cast me out —she pleaded—. You know I am a snake. It’s hard for me not to bite. But I try. Friends accept each other with their flaws, don’t they?
The rabbits, naive and noble, hesitated once more… and trusted again.
Conversations, laughter, closeness… and again: she bit.
On the third night, the burrow was closed with a stone.
From outside, the snake coiled, hissed, whispered:
— Forgive me! This time I will change.
I just need one more chance…
But no one answered.
And then she huffed with bitterness:
— In this world, there is no longer room for those who think deeply!
And she disappeared into the shadows.
Because sometimes, the most venomous creatures do not come with their fangs exposed…
They come with wise words. With pretty phrases. With promises of change.
And still… they bite. They always bite.
Do not forget:
If someone hurts you over and over —even if they seem sincere, even if they speak beautifully, even if they quote Socrates or Buddha—
do not let them into your life anymore.
Even if you think being good means enduring.
Sometimes, the true act of love…
is closing the door.
#ProtectInvestors #MentalidadeDeSucesso
$SOL $PNUT
Follow me for more stories!
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