There is lack of moral courage in me. At times, especially when I feel I am being judged, I think the best course for me to follow is to spit a wounding venom on that soul, and then to stomp the emotional life out of that spirit. I've done such a thing before but hated the result. In fact, I'm haunted by the remembrance of the damage. But I've found that recalling that moment in time is ruling my intellect. I've turned into such a wuss that I allow all kinds of "gallery tomatoes" to smack me in the face without even a whimper of a reply and now I question my own wisdom. I'm setting my patience on a shorter leash for a time.
Has anyone else here been dealing with this dilemma? I would appreciate any comments.



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