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Bliss

I wish my parents had warned me that with forgiveness of others (especially them) comes the bliss of a happy, useful and contented life.  I could have started that process earlier.

Instead I raged at the machine way past the usefulness of that exercise.

It's beyond my control what people do or think or say around my race, sexuality, sero-status or economic condition.  It does matter that I let others be who they are in the world, and that I tend to my own spiritual condition.

Bless me for I have made a mess of things and am willing now to listen.

Live well.

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