Taking the high road is really hard sometimes when people throw you under the bus to make them look better. Because I could be incredibly mean and spill the beans on all your lies. But I don't. If you only knew how much will power that took.
and the little that we have, is little according to us, in our world, our culture. for many, the little we have, would astound them if it were theirs. we often -- this includes me -- fail to remember that. and tell ourselves a story about how hard our lives are ... and our hard lives, are a dream come true to most people in this world. i'm not sure why it's so hard to remember this, to realize, understand this. and live from that place every day. but something in us makes it very difficult.