How much of my life have I labeled as stolen, when in fact I gave it away?

Rather than being incensed by the nature of the bruise, maybe we should be inspired by the possibilities in the bruise.

It’s really a rather simple thing to bring balance to my anger. All I need to do is remember that the ‘hand of cards’ that have been dealt to me pale in comparison to the ‘deck of cards’ that I’ve thrown at others.

Maybe it’s a whole lot less about focusing on the fact that we’re all victims and a whole lot more about the changing the fact that we’re all careless, as that is what victimized all of us in the first place.

Might I wish to be all that I can be and not fall victim to all that I fear to be.

A ‘victor’ is a ‘victim’ who decided to do something about the thing that victimized them other than complain about it.

I tend to walk around convinced that any amount of forgiveness that I could extend could never possibly compensate for the offenses that I’ve had to endure. Yet, maybe the greater offense is that I’ve got that backwards.

Being the victim gives me permission to avoid the fact that people do understand, for then I no longer have any grounds to defend my position based on their ignorance.

I decry the injustice of my wounds, only to look down and see that I am holding a smoking gun in one hand and a fistful of ammunition in the other.