I nurse my grievances for ages
I tend to it, water it
And watch my resentment grow.
Till, I explode in anger
To leave fragments of hurt and pain
Strewn around me.
But children are not like that.
I'd shouted and ranted at the little fellow yesterday.
What did he do to deserve that?
He made me drop a hot mug of tea.
So of course, I was a monster for doing what I did.
But when I apologised to him later.
He said, "That's okay".
And promptly forgot about it.
He moved on.
What an amazing thing to do.
Why can't we adults be like that?
When did we lose this capacity to forgive?