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Bitterness

Never succumb to the temptation of bitterness.-
Martin Luther King, Jr.

It is so easy to become a bitter person. Life's disappointments, family, jobs etc. A multitude of reasons to be bitter. Will it change any of those situations? No. So why is it we get stuck there? For some it is just easier to stay bitter and blame someone or something than to do the work and change how you view it. Is there a situation that just burns in your gut? Don't sit and complain! Get up and do something or don't complain about it! Proactive or shut it!

I know we have all heard, "you can't make everyone happy", well it isn't my job to bring you happiness, but to be accountable for my own actions. In the past bitterness consumed me. I was so angry, and the whole world owed me for what I had been through. Was that realistic? No, but b/c of my parents death, and the abuse, i didn't know who else to be mad at.

I was miserable, and all that were around me better be feeling the same. What kind of life is that? Did it change one thing about my past? Nope. We have to let go...sometimes daily. The bitterness steals our joy & evil wins. Don't let evil get the final win.

Be a blessing-
ajm

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