I stopped telling myself that I’m lost.
I’m on a road with no destination, I’m just driving with hope that I’ll find a place that I like and I’ll stay there.
I’m not lost, I’m on my way.
You may think that your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone’s face. But there is a third option; you can just let it go. And only when you do that is it really gone, and you can move forward.
Allow God to continually soften your heart so that it beats for what his heart beats for — people.
So I stopped talking about it. There’s no need to talk, because the truth of what one says lies in what one does.