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Sometimes we admire people not because of who they are, but because of what we think they represent, success, power, access. But when admiration turns into silence, and truth is swallowed in the name of favour, something deeper begins to unravel.

There are times we find ourselves drawn to certain people, not because they lead with kindness or wisdom, but because others seem to orbit around them. Their presence carries weight, not necessarily earned through action, but maintained by status, stories, or old influence.

Around them, truth becomes softened. People say 'yes' when they mean 'maybe,' nod when they long to question. Not out of loyalty, but out of quiet hope, that by staying agreeable, something might be gained.

In these spaces, praise becomes a currency. And flattery, a performance. Some learn to keep close by using sharp tongues dressed in sweet tones, silencing others to stay in favour.

However, when praise is no longer grounded in truth, something begins to erode. The self-respect of those who give it. The integrity of those who receive it.

And over time, the web that was woven to hold others down begins to tangle its maker.

Even the most charming mask can't hide what's eventually revealed, that the snake was always there, just waiting in the tall grass.

Reflective Question

What's the difference between genuine respect and silent self-protection, and how do we know when we've crossed that line?