Thursday, May 25, 2017

The Curse Of Self Pity

Feeling sorry for yourself.  The curse.  You didn't see it coming.  You couldn't.  Who woulda thought?  Who woulda thought that while you are jsut struggling along, some witch, some demon, some focused evil . . . would have put a spell on you . . . to make you feel sorry for yourself?  No, really . . . that's it.  A creepy, unexpected spell . . . that debilitates you by making you feel sorry for yourself.  Who woulda thought?

Well, the key to breaking the spell--if you got it, and dare admit it . . . is this:  GRATITUDE!  Yep.  Need I go over the litany yet again?  Okay, I will.

Arm.  Do you have one?  Do you have two?  Some people don't.  They've got none in fact.  No hands, no fingers.  Stew on that--the implications for daily living, being able to do the simplest tasks. . . .

Torture prisons?  Yes.  Men, women, children and innocent animals are there.   Suffering, cold, hungry, alone . . . in pain.

So many things to be thankful for. . . .

But the curse, the spell of self-pity will find a way yet to complain, to feel especially picked upon, regardless.  The sense of being entitled, owed something, deserving . . . is part of the evil.  There is nothing good in and of ourselves.  What good there is . . . is of God.


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