My dear,

My words are not mine. People can possess them and twist and bend them however they see fit. My words are not my belongings, they do not speak for all of me.

My thoughts are not mine. There are not mine because I grow and change every day, leaving the still immature thoughts of yesterday behind. My thoughts are not my belongings, they do not speak for all of me.

My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground on which I stand.

If I should judge you, I will judge you by your actions only. And you in turn do the same to me.

Falsely yours,
Thích Nhất Hạnh