The Waking of Thoughts

Sometimes there are things in life that you really want to say, to discuss, to just deal with so that life can continue on.
I think everyone has such things occupying the back of their mind, things that stay with them every waking moment. Sure, they fade into the background of the mind, but just one call, or the slightest remembrance of a fact or place, brings them back to the front of our minds where they can haunt our minds. There is no escape from them, not until we deal with them.
But when can we deal with them? These thoughts are not those that are trivial, nay, they are the ones so profound that we are worried that by uttering them alone we shall shatter the firm foundation of being that we have built ourselves upon. No, these thoughts are anything but trivial, at least to our eyes.
Often we wait for the "perfect opportunity" to reveal such thoughts. Pity that it rarely comes. Very few actually "find" such a moment; more often than not they find they are very wrong at making that assumption, and wish desperately to unsay that which cannot be unsaid.
It has been said that words have the power to heal. But they also have the power to tear asunder all that we have hoped for in that same breath. Is the risk really worth the reward? Would it not be far better to leave the hope and happiness intact? True, this hope and happiness may be based on false hope, but is such happiness and hope truly a bad thing? I cannot answer such a question, for while I have found it to make the day brighter on many an occasion, I have also found the same to be a source of inner torment on as many an evening.