Grind

Who am I ?

I am a stranger even to myself. This person is too full of anger and hate to be me.
Who is this stranger with my face ?
Is the real me just lost or is she dead ?

Hate is not a word I use lightly. For the people I am about to describe is it the only word I can use. One is a woman who faked her own death. She then sent nasty messages to one of her grieving "friends'. Another woman made up a bunch of lies and told them to one of her "friends". Then she posted a public apology to get sympathy for herself. I have no sympathy for either of them. No one made them do what they did. They chose to do so, getting caught was their only mistake.

Everyday we are faced with decisions that have the potential for good or bad. The path not taken may be one more regret to add to the burden of regrets we all bear. No matter how hard we try we all make mistakes it is a part of life.

I have a choice to make right now. In order to survive around people such as those described I can do one of three things. Those are; Fighting them , joining them. Or I can simply walk away and let them destroy each other. I don't want to join them. Fighting with liars and cheats is for fools, which I am not one of. So the logical thing is the last option. This is a favorite quote of mine. The idea of a patient God dealing out justice makes life more bearable to me.

Though the mills of God grind slowly,

yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.

God help those with evil intent, for I cannot. Nor can I abide to be in their presence. It is not my place to punish them. I will not pretend to be their judge and jury. Neither will I stand silent and watch them destroy their victims.