Man is like a mere breath; His days are like a passing shadow. -Psalm 144:4
I’m constantly struck by how short life here really is. Whenever I think about holding back forgiveness, holding on to anger, or building up my pride I think about how little time I have here and how it shouldn’t be squandered.
I commonly use the phrase “tick tock” and it has nothing to do with dancing on the internet but everything to do with the counting down of my time. There’s not enough time for an amazing life AND a whole bunch of bitterness and regret. It’s not that I choose to let it go; I choose not to pick it up to begin with. ☠️