Stop and Smell the Roses

I know I am not very old, only 33, but in my life I have come to find that what is important, is not what all consider to be. I was raised in a good and loving home, but it took life to teach me that kindness and caring rule over power and greed, that it is better to save than to destroy, that revenge will only bring sorrow and regret, and forgiveness can free your very soul.

Like most of us, I went threw life wondering why it was nothing good ever seemed to happen for me. I thought I had always tried to be a good person, so why did it seem like my life was so unfortunate? My first reaction was to get angry with God and blame him for all my problems, but when that did nothing to help the situation what I came to realize was this, all that goes wrong in the world can be attributed to man, not God, and although it would be easy for me to blame others or even God, ultimately I had no one to fault but myself. It was the choices I had made that had brought me down the path I was traveling. Even if it seemed some of the choices made, I thought, were for the right reasons. They were my choices, no one else