╔═════¦☾What actions did hate drive us to? ☾¦═════╗

There was a time when I felt like a solitary figure, drifting away from the crowd. I was the girl who rarely smiled, as if the light of hope within me had faded into darkness.

It seemed impossible for me to envision a future filled with happiness. I was the black sheep, standing apart from others, feeling insignificant and overlooked in a world that buzzed with connection.

In those days, the meaning behind the bullies' words eluded me. They seemed to carve out an identity for me, one steeped in their own bitterness.

They wanted me to be a vessel of their hatred, a soul destined for solitude, a being marked by disdain. And in many ways, I found myself reflecting their cruel expectations. The weight of their animosity wore me down, leaving me weary from the endless barrage of negativity directed my way.

One important lesson I've learned, and what God has taught me, is to never seek revenge against anyone. Instead, I choose to forgive and strive to remain a good person. And that's exactly what I've done.

In a world not so far removed from our own, there lived a person who understood a profound truth: the shadows of their past did not dictate the light of their present. They realized that the universe was not a flawless tapestry; even the kindest gestures could be overlooked, while mistakes were etched into memory like stubborn ink.

This soul pondered the futility of seeking approval from others, knowing that many would only recall the missteps of yesterday.

They wondered, what was the value in striving to win the hearts and minds of those who turned a blind eye to the goodness woven into their everyday actions? After all, if others could only perceive the fragments of their history, how could they ever truly appreciate the journey of transformation that had taken place?

And so, they chose to embrace who they were now, understanding that true contentment came from within, rather than from the fleeting opinions of the world around them.

However, I aimed to be a part of that change.

I had the ability to find happiness.

I had finally broken free from the chains of hatred that had weighed me down for too long. Deep within me, a joyful spirit had always existed, filled with empathy and kindness, a warmth that was now ready to flourish.

It dawned on me that the opinions of others, their judgments and criticisms, held no power over my heart. All it truly required was time—time to embrace and love the person I was meant to be.

To achieve this, I must take a step forward and release the grip of my anger.