Something my mum taught me years and years and years ago, is life's just too short to carry around a great bucket-load of anger and resentment and bitterness and hatreds and all that sort of stuff.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The biggest lessons I've learned in life have probably come from a bad situation, from an angry situation, even if I wasn't the one who was angry.
There's a lot of bitterness, there's a lot of anger out there. We all have to work hard to heal those wounds.
One of the greatest lessons of my own life was learning to turn the inner rampage of hatred and anger toward my own father for his reprehensible behavior and abandonment of his family into an inner reaction more closely aligned with God and God-realized love.
Life is precious and there's not a lot of room for anger.
All through life I've harbored anger rather than expressed it at the moment.
I grew up in a family that despised displays of strong emotion, rage in particular. We stewed. We sulked. When arguments did occur, they were full-scale conniptions, and we regarded them as family failings. Afterward, we withdrew from one another and tried our best to strike the event from our memories.
One feels as if it could never, never be less. And yet all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.
I don't feel bitterness, I don't feel anger towards anybody. Fighting is never emotional to me.
Life has taught me that it is not for our faults that we are disliked and even hated, but for our qualities.
I really can't hate more than 5 or 10 years. Wouldn't it be terrible to be always burdened with those primary emotions you had at one time?