For as long as I can remember, the sting of betrayal has never waned or wavered.  Instead, it seems to bury itself, deep like a squirrel burrows, so too does betrayal!!!  The hurt and dismay from this, seems to fester, like a sore festered by infection.  It eats away, at your core.  There is the danger, that men of weaker mettle, would allow this! The decay spreads the rot,  until it becomes all consuming. I chose, to go out explore, experience and make memories instead!



I find that, the personal acknowledgement, of being wronged by mankind, is a healing start point.  Introspection of one’s self and true grit, though painful can help ease, the smoothing out of our rough edges.  The dings in our armor, evident and though broken or battered we can still stagger on!




I have been wronged and also been wrong, enough to know that.  The decision to allow it to make me bitter, or better, lies squarely on my shoulders.  I find ignoring it, to be but a temporary fix, like a plaster that soon falls off, when placed on a open wound.  The ointment that truly repairs, I think is choosing to be bitter, or better.  After all, the age old adage, live well it is the best revenge, is most apt!  In these situations I find being bitter, only poisons my pallet and my soul.  Being better I find, through trial and error poisons your persecutors!



Call me foolish and perhaps I am!  I choose to believe, we make our beds on wooden planks, using soft mattresses, for a reason.  The planks help keep the shape, though hard, they are necessary.  So I live well, laugh often and take my happiness, where I find it!