And it made me think I get all the slack for not speaking to people, for walking away. Yet they never get the slack for letting me go. For just stepping to the side and watching me go. For handing me off to the next. I hear all of the complaints. Yet you never hear me complaining about feeling abandoned or not cared about or hurt. You never see my tears or hear my cries.
Nobody is perfect. We have faults and flaws and that's fine. Unlike most, I tend to accept them, forgive and let them go. I don't stay angry and upset. Maybe some should do the same.