Isn’t it ironic how the ones you think will come to help you the most, in any situation, are the very ones that will actually help you the least?
I don’t know how to explain it without offending people but let me just say what goes around, comes around. I don’t mean that distasteful in any way but isn’t it the truth? How we/I treat others truly matters. How we treat people is a sign of what’s hidden inside of our hearts. What we put in, is what’s gonna be put out.
It’s taking me a long time to realize that the “old me” didn’t care about anyone, not even herself. Now a days, while I still find it difficult to feel sorry for others in the sense that others think I should, I do realize now that my words and actions are meaningful to people. I’ve also come to learn that how I treat others portrays what’s going on inside of me. If I’m having a rough day, any of us for that matter, we tend to be more harsh and “bite the heads off”, so to speak, when spoken to. But when we’re having a pleasant day, we tend to be more pleasant and patient with others.