Be wise.
That's what my father used to tell me back in high school. He said growing up would be a lot harder in the succeeding years; thus, I need to be critical in decision-making and in letting people in to my life. I should be wise all the time.
I believed him.
He was the one who taught me to be independent. In fact, there was never a time in high school that I asked anyone to help me with my projects and my assignments because I needed to be wise and being wise means always finding a way despite the struggle, being wise means seeing the depth of something. So I never cheated, too. I despise it. Cheating deprives one to learn on his own. It wasn't wise. It was never cool.
Be wise.
That's what he used to tell me.
So I did.
I needed to be wise and being wise means knowing when to recognize a red flag when I see one, being wise means protecting myself from getting fooled.
I wanted to be wise so I discarded him out of my life.
