Your soul consumes the words you speak.
Every phrase you utter, every description you choose, is plated and served—not just to the world, but to yourself. Others may come and go, but the flavors of all your words ever said linger with you alone.
Season your speech with warmth and clarity, and your soul will be nourished. Lace your words with doubt and diminishment, even in jest, and your soul will nibble on something less fulfilling.
In places where tall poppies are trimmed and self-deprecation is currency, you may need to adjust your words to suit the setting. But let it be a tool, not a habit. Speak with purpose, not with compromise.
Where possible, trade dim phrases for shining ones. Say good instead of not bad, possible instead of difficult. Even the smallest shifts will, over time, shape the way you move through the world.
Your soul eats the words you speak. Let it feast well.