Strange that it requires more energy to spread ones arms out and accept people. Much more energy than required to hate them.

Hating comes more naturally to me than forgiving.In some strange way hating someone gives me a sense of philosophical grief -- a grief which makes me feel accomplished. Yes, when I think of it, I liked living in agony than living with no emotion at all. I was depressed -- when all I had to do was to forgive.

Today, as I replace agony with happiness (and thousand means to find it), I am able to accept people, their shortcomings and inabilities -- just the way I d accept my own mistakes. Makes me feel like a better human being, a happier soul. I love this transformation in me...