Much ado about nothing?
Someone said something referencing me. I spent hours
thinking it over, again and again, until I had completely convinced myself that
the comment was offensive and uncharacteristic of me. Slowly but surely, my
mind worked its way to build a little pile of grudge for this person in
question, that I could be duly reminded of every time this person came into
view.
And then, I stop in my tracks. No, that is not how life is
meant to be lived!
I have said this numerous times, life is fleeting, everything
is transient. Shouldn’t his words be the same? Without having had the time or
the inclination to have touched me, words spoken, absorbed and disappeared into
the air that surrounds him and me.
Much ado about nothing. Let it go.
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