It is not the people that have wronged that make us bitter,
It is the manner in which our hearts have handled the offense that embitters us.
Even seemingly small and inconsequential incidents handled poorly lead us to catastrophic conclusions.
We will almost always lose when we make life about us;
Our pride the supreme thing worth defending,
Our personal interests the sole compass of our lives.
When we fail to think of our existence as a part of something larger than ourselves,
Or find something more important to live for than our own advancement,
Then our hearts are more likely to handle the happenings of life
As finite events in our favor or that put us at a disadvantage.
There is no darker world we can imagine
Than one with ourselves at its centre.