Underneath it all there is surely a good person. That one individual who seems to always be there, digging away at you or your loved ones. Surely they are really a good person underneath?
That malice and hate stems from somewhere, and it should not be easily forgiven. But I wonder if we can’t empathize a little sometimes instead of indulging in our own retribution.
Underneath it all we are all the same.
Just wish we could see that sometimes.
Onward to glory.