hate
For the longest time I've been convinced that the world as a whole has come to where it is because cruelties drive most lives, in one way or another. But I've been pondering this more recently, especially when my bad temper flares up, and I've come to the decision that everything is how it is because it's so easy to hate, and a lot harder to love when mistakes have been made or a past can't be forgotten. How easy it is to get annoyed and forget that words tear into souls, even if it feels better to say them as a way to lash out for something done before. How difficult it can be to let go.
I can't let go of the childhood my mom yelled and teased me through sometimes, even though I know it's in the past, even if it wasn't right. Even though she didn't care back then, she cares now about having some sort of positive relationship with me and I have to put a lot of effort into giving back without snarling or tearing away at her. It isn't fair, but it doesn't mean I should hold onto this forever. I can't bear a grudge like that, because I'll just regret it, like I all ready do.
Gotta swallow it down.
I can't let go of the childhood my mom yelled and teased me through sometimes, even though I know it's in the past, even if it wasn't right. Even though she didn't care back then, she cares now about having some sort of positive relationship with me and I have to put a lot of effort into giving back without snarling or tearing away at her. It isn't fair, but it doesn't mean I should hold onto this forever. I can't bear a grudge like that, because I'll just regret it, like I all ready do.
Gotta swallow it down.