[The following was adapted from GPT-4 after I fed it a transcript of a 2 minute ramble I had recorded while walking a couple of weeks ago and asked it to turn it into a 1000 word essay]
I've come to understand — it has taken a while — that the impact of my words matters as much as their intention.
I want to help.
I want to optimize.
I want to make things better.
Yet, the art of feedback is delicate. It's about choosing the right moment, delivering thoughts with kindness and tact. It's a skill I'm still honing, balancing honesty with sensitivity.
Despite this awareness, there's a part of me that fiercely holds onto this trait; it's a part of who I am.
It drives me to question.
It pushes me to innovate.
It motivates me to seek excellence.
But with this drive comes a responsibility – to be mindful, to be gentle.
So, here's my heartfelt revelation:
I am learning.
I am growing.
I am striving to find that sweet spot between sharing my insights and respecting the moment.
It's a journey of self-improvement, of understanding when my voice is needed and when silence is more powerful.
In closing, this is my ongoing quest – to be thoughtful, to be considerate, yet to stay true to my instinct. To be the voice of change, yet the listener of the moment.
And amidst this complex dance of words and silence, I embrace this flaw, for it is also my strength. I'm working on being softer, more empathetic.
But in the depths of my soul, where truth whispers, I can't deny it:
I'm sorry... but I'm right.