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I was angry, but it passed.

by joe-wilson

The taste left by the bitterness of anger unlike that which is caused by over-indulgence cannot be forced away by milk of magnesia but by humility, understanding and forgiveness. Oft times it is humility which leads to a thoughtful understanding which in turn promotes feelings of forgiveness that are quietly kept but which serve as unspoken personal antidotes. But what elation when normal calmness returns to fill the soul with so much joy and peace If anger serves to do nought else – then appreciate that pleasantry which follows the ire’s release. ©Joe Wilson – I was angry, but it passed 2014
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Jul 10, 2014
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#peace#anger#joy#bitterness#thoughtfulness
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