It's so easy to complain isn't it? Tear apart each moment of the day, picking at every little thing that went wrong.
Such an easy fete, blaming the world for our pain - my pain. Taking no responsibility for the failures and distructive paths we may have chosen along the way.
It reaches a point though, a place between falling apart and moving forward.
A little intersection.
I'm at that point, that place that intersection.
I choose wisdom,
i'm taking charge of me,
no more nonesense excuse.
What about you?