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A letter to god

 Dear God,

I am writing this letter to you because there are many grudges I have with my life and the tendency of a human beings is to always hold someone or something responsible for the same.

I started expressing my frustrations by being angry with other people , for insignificant reasons. They hurt me more now because I spend too much time thinking about their behaviour. At other times when I was happy with my own life, I may not have done that . I realized that I was disturbing  peace of other's  minds and this was unfair on my part as it caused even more bitterness and a bad taste.

Nevertheless, I am angry and I have to vent out my frustration. I thought that you are the most convenient punching bag without any side effects. May be when I am alone, I will talk to you, shout at you and blame you for the unpleasant things happening to me .

This I think will  minimize my expectations from others. I will be a free person and in the process I will set others free too. 

My control will be inside me and not with others.

Punch line  "If I am happy within, I can spread happiness around me." 

Ignore not thyself !
Is that what you would have taught me, had I asked for a solution?

Yours Me.

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