I’m on the pensive side this morning. I had a very unpleasant, detailed, and strange dream that took me back in time to my young adulthood, where things were not so happy. This was a time of mental anguish, before I sought medical help for my depression, anxiety, and anger. Not a time I’m proud of. It wasn’t ALL my fault, but I bear most of the responsibility for my conduct, even if most of it was a systemic deficiency I had no control over and there were environmental issues present. At least things are as they should be now in terms of forgiveness and love, at least from my point of view. Life is too short to hold grudges and let anger get in the way of having a full life. I learned that many years ago after the veil was lifted.