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Words vs. Actions

"Actions are better than words" that's what they always say, but honestly, there are still power in words, and sometimes words can beat actions because for me, actions can't really be emphasized without words, actions are there to prove your words.

A little while ago, someone told me I'm useless and that stabbed me like a million knives, the funny part is, she asked me to help her on some things a few minutes after that. Does that mean I'm not useless anymore?

Well yeah, you can say that some words can be broken like a promise and actions are the ones that doesn't help prove the words said, and that leads me to thinking...Words are as loud as actions. Words can hurt you as much as actions can, and words can make you feel something as much as actions can.

So for this battle, words and actions are a tie. In life, we express our feelings through this two things, and that changes something. We communicate through words and express them through actions. Both of them are equal. They depend on each other. The one can't work without the other. You get me?

(But of course, this doesn't work if the one you're speaking of is a lie.)

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