A friend sent this email yesterday (and gave me permission to post it). His words hit me; I couldn’t stop thinking about them.
Nice blog, dude. I’ve never really thought about anger vs. bitterness that way. I’m afraid I’ve been bitter a long time, and you’re right, hardly a word can get inside at that point. But I keep on keeping on because it’s all I can do. Got a family to support and a future (i.e. retirement) to plan for. Oh, and there’s college educations and weddings, also. Fortunately, I have a strong family and basis in faith to rely on – can’t imagine what a life of bitterness would be like without some support structure.
I guess I’ve never wished that I was only angry. Looks kind of like a decent option.
What do people think? Is that just life? It reminds me of a song by a Seattle band, The Posies. The song says, Life’s never been a great mystery to me. It begins, then crawls slowly to the end.
Is that true? Is that all it is, a slow drag to the end?