It’s really all about choices.
But my dad was an alcoholic. But my mom, she never mothered me. And we were dirt poor. And I never went to the prom. And there was this guy, and he really hurt me, and I have all these scars now, and…
Today, I am who I am because of the choices that I have made. Not because of my dad, my mom, my social status, this guy, or whatever else.
Too simplistic? I don’t think so.
I do not believe in being a volunteer victim. Neither does God.
Life isn’t always fair, I’ll grant you that, but in the midst of life happening, we can always choose how we look at it. Because in the long run, our perspective will completely determine our experience.
Indeed, my dad was an alcoholic. And I was greatly hurt by his actions and choices. Yet there came a time when I was faced with the rotten fruits that my own unforgiveness bore. It wasn’t pretty, this justifying my bitterness; it wasn’t becoming, this heart of stone, this wall I erected in the name of hurt. And I chose to break it down, one stone at a time.
Our choices, they all bear some kind of fruit. And my life, it will taste, look, smell, sound like those fruits. And your life, it will do the same. Because there are some principles in life that cannot be changed, or argued with.
I am doing all I know to do to not be a volunteer victim. You?
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