Resentment

It's been a while since I've posted a blog. It's not because I haven't had the time, it's because there's always a certain topic to be written about. Nothing too mushy, nothing too bad, and nothing too morose. I just kept looking out, and thought and thought. I finally decided to wait and let it come to me. That's what brought me here right now.

I believe everyone is here for a reason. Some are ready to be taken out of the world sooner than others, and some are given more of a chance. It may be to be given a second chance in life, or a second look/try. We all have our purpose in the world. One that may be good, and one that may be bad. It makes our life happen, our history come together. It's suppose to make us one, but not in the way we'd expect/hope.

I've felt resentment of people and things so many times. I had no idea why, but I just for some reason did. When I hurt because of things said, when I got so mad I'd cry, and whenever I was happy because of them. I didn't always encounter to wonder why, but after thinking about it, maybe it's because I love them. It doesn't matter in which way, the point is, I love them because there's something about them that makes me care enough to get all of the emotions for them. No one forgets their first love, but the question is, did you really love them? I mean think about it, you may have loved them, but in which way? In which way were you wanting to love them?

If people feel bad enough about their selves, take the time to remind them thaat they're special. Take the time to tell them that they belong in the world, if they were'nt, they wouldn't be there. Everyone at least once in their life may have thought about killing theirself. It may have been at one point in their life that they just had it so badly that they wanted to just, you know, give up/die. Some people may go to doctors for it, some may talk to people, some may attempt suicide and not manage to succeed, and some may attempt and succeed. They gave up so quickly, they didn't live the rest of their life to see if it got better. Maybe it was suppose to get better and then they had nothing left because of killing theirself. On the other hand, maybe things were going to get worse.

I'm not criticizing at all, and I'm not trying to. I'm just saying that we all feel a certain way. If yu add it all up, it equals resentment. A lot of things happen because of it. Judge me if you want, but I don't think I'm totally wrong. Tell me what you think.

Signed
Dbc,