The Pain Peddler. (2 min 25 sec)

A grievance sits in the corner like an unwelcome guest, its presence palpable and heavy. It wears a cloak of resentment, woven from threads of past slights and unmet expectations. Its eyes are sharp, perpetually narrowed in suspicion, always on the lookout for new offenses to add to its collection.

With a hunched posture, it clutches tightly to old wounds, refusing to let them heal. It thrives on replaying memories, each one a grain of salt rubbed into the open sores of the heart. It whispers in a hoarse, relentless voice, feeding on the negative emotions it stirs up. It tells tales of injustice, constantly reminding you of your pain, your anger, your sense of being wronged.

Grievance is a relentless collector, hoarding every perceived insult, every unkind word, and every slight — both real and imagined. It grows heavier with each addition, its presence more oppressive. It loves the dark corners of the mind, where it can fester and spread its toxic influence unnoticed.

Despite its dour appearance, a grievance is cunning, capable of subtle manipulations. It twists the most benign interactions into personal attacks, making mountains out of molehills. It sows seeds of distrust and discord, isolating you from others and breeding a sense of separateness.

But there’s a paradox to grievance. For all its efforts to dominate your thoughts, it is fundamentally weak. Its power lies solely in your attention and the energy you feed it. A grievance is starved into submission by the light of understanding and the warmth of forgiveness. When ignored or confronted with compassion, it begins to wither, its grip loosening, its voice fading.

Ultimately, a grievance is a shadow, insubstantial and fleeting when faced with the full light of self-awareness. It is a part of the human experience, but not an essential one. It can be acknowledged, understood, and then released, making way for healing and peace.

#thinkgod
I am sorry.
Please forgive me.
Thank you.
I love you.