The Novels, Poetry, and Ramblings of a man grateful for A.D.H.D.
Friday, November 18, 2011
been said that bitterness is like drinking someone else's poison and
waiting for them to die. Bitterness is a cancer that eats upon the
host. We have a dungeon in our minds where we keep those who have
hurt us in the past. The crass teacher, the bully, the girl or guy that
laughed at us, the one who took our job or our whatever. We keep them
in that dungeon and periodically go down
into that dark place and whip them. Grown men and women will pace in the living
room saying, "If only I would’ve... if only I had said…if they were
here, I’d…” and after we whip them all into bloody pulps. Locking the
door of that dungeon and return to life, not realizing that dungeon is
festering our whole lives. The only way to find peace in life is to
go down and unchain the prisoners. Let them go and refuse to re-shackle
them. Only then will the vapors of pungent bitterness stop permeating
the other rooms of our lives.