When I was young, I remember being bullied at school. At the time, it felt horrible.
Now, I wonder what was happening for those other kids and how horrible THEY must have been feeling. What was going on with them to create those actions? I really hope they’re happy as grown ups.
There’s always a story we don’t see – a quiet thread of truth lying behind the obvious. We can cling on to things that happened in our past, or we can ponder on the teachings from that time then move on with our lives. We don’t live in the past. We live in the NOW.