I’ve found that there is no heavier brick on one’s back or anything more energy draining then holding a grudge. I don’t know how people do it. It’s so much more easy to let down your pride and let shit go, then to hold onto some sort of angst. Growing up, I’ve found I held grudges for things, situations, and people I care for—And I let go of things I can care less about. You learn that what you have in your life, is what you’ve kept by choice. Grudges, being one of them. Life’s short and I’ve vowed to make mines a happy one. Glad I’ve kept only the things I enjoy and want in my life, but I’m even more glad I’ve rid myself of all things anything less than that.
I am genuinely SO happy.