Resentment delivers, it seems. It is negativity, experienced once, but re-sent to ourselves like that FedEx package you return and arrives promptly again on your doorstep. It is that one special delivery we seem to accept continuously in all of its carefully pre-sent and gift-wrapped forms. Funny, we like to disguise it in a pretty package so as not to fool ourselves as to what that particular gift represents. We open it over and over again like an unexpected prize, until it corrupts the spirit and destroys the soul.
Resentment doesn’t need to stick around much because it knows we will only send it back to ourselves in some other form. It colors our thoughts and obscures our view. We use it like a knife to carefully slice our opinions or a hammer to drive a negative feeling home. Ultimately, you choose what to resend to yourself, and when you decide to take that responsibility, you will see to it to only send positive packages to yourself. People send enough boxes of resentments and disillusion to each other to circle the globe many times over. In the end, it isn’t fate but a choice as to what gets sent and what we choose to sign for in life. Everyone is responsible for what they send to themselves because the only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.