You can pay back a debt owed someone, something positive about that. Or pay back like we used to do when the children were small, and we’d pay back babysitting times. Or you can harbor bad feelings about a wrong done to you and wait to pay them back. I’ve done some of that – more in times past – it doesn’t interest me as much today. Plus, my memory’s not as good, so the wrong done gets forgotten before the payback gets done. Is it maturity…hmmm, that would be nice. But – no – no maturity for me. Just poor, short-term memory.

“Resentment is like taking poison
and hoping the other guy dies.”
Susan St. James

And you can see the people holding onto their resentments. Clutching them like treasures, pressed against their chest. The poison seeping into their pores, draining their souls of joy, and the resentment is held tighter. Their faces start showing the lines of sadness, mouths get dropped at the corners and can’t seem to find their way back up. Life times get lost, and the other guy walks away with hardly a backward glance – not dying and not seeing your death.

I don’t like a lot of secrets. Mostly, I believe they grow and become heavier when the word secret is added on. Then somehow, take on a life of their own. Bigger, grander, harder to touch, and when a secret is opened to the fresh air, most of it is fluff…Nothing to be worried about. Small bits remain important to some. It’s not that I can’t keep a secret when asked, I can and I do. It’s that mostly, I wonder why?