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Authenticity

More often than not, I’m usually right about people when I meet them. The discernment I possess is a powerful gift.  I’m great at sensing whether someone’s authentic or not, which is why it doesn’t surprise me or catch me off guard when I find out someone’s been talking badly about me (and thinks I don’t know), is being fake, or walks away. These three things reveal themselves when I simply, pause and pay attention. When this happened with someone I was acquainted with some time ago, I thought, Should I really be surprised? They’ve already shown me the kind of person they are. I always pray that God covers me when it comes to my blind spots, especially in regards to people, because I can see where my willingness to be open to and with different people I shouldn’t have, ended up causing some issues and ultimately ended up being a waste of time. I wish I was wrong about different people I’ve known, many of which I’ve grown to love (closely and from a distance) but I’m getting better and better at separating the real ones from the fakes. Authenticity is rare. We live in a world today where so many people are stunting about who they really are, while pretending to be something they’re not. If you don’t believe me, take a close look at your own life and think about all the different people you know, or think you know by simply, pausing and paying attention. I guarantee you’ll notice things that have been there all along, but won’t become apparent until something happens, that show’s you who they really are. I’m just saying… 

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