When I was younger I was a war freak. I would look for reasons to fight the persons I didn’t like. Enemies were nothing to me. I thrived in hatred back then.
These days, I hate having enemies. When the realization that life is short hit me, I thought why waste precious time fighting? Why waste precious minutes of life being angry over someone who doesn’t really matter in the overall scheme of things? So I stopped with the fighting and concentrated more on the living a great life.
But, hey, that doesn’t mean I don’t have an enemy or two. I am sure I still have one or two living under a rock somewhere. Do you have one?
