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<blockquote data-quote="Edek" data-source="post: 1524483" data-attributes="member: 22534"><p>It is appropriate to feel that way when something you worked for honestly was destroyed for no good reason. The practical answer is to acknowledge the source of those feelings within you, remind yourself of what you really want (rather than specific strategies for getting it, like one particular blog), and then to continue working honestly for other things in that vein, with the perspective that nothing in this life lasts. When we start anything, we guarantee its end, which is not under our control. Whatever we build in this life, we must let go of it at death, if not before, and there is no injustice in that: the Lord provided us with everything, down to our atoms, and we have the honour of being temporary custodians of His property.</p><p></p><p>The Lord will have the last word. I am no better than the people who wrecked your work. How many times have I repeated sins that I repented from in tears and prayer? Oof. All the anger and depression in the world won't change a hair on their heads, but if I can use it to reform myself, and my real relationships with people around me, then good: the evil in the world and in my own heart was instructive. We are called to live in the world, but to be of the kingdom of heaven. This fleeting life is our gym, these trials are our weights, and people who have chosen wickedness are the obese who remind us who we would be if we stopped lifting and ate cheeseburgers all day instead. We should pray for them to put down the pie and join us in the gym, not hate them for their hell bound manboobs.</p><p></p><p>If you prefer secular inspiration, this poem is a classic</p><p>[URL unfurl="true"]https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46473/if---[/URL]</p><p></p><p></p><p>No offence to cheeseburgers, I love you guys, it's the people who abuse you that give you a bad name.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Edek, post: 1524483, member: 22534"] It is appropriate to feel that way when something you worked for honestly was destroyed for no good reason. The practical answer is to acknowledge the source of those feelings within you, remind yourself of what you really want (rather than specific strategies for getting it, like one particular blog), and then to continue working honestly for other things in that vein, with the perspective that nothing in this life lasts. When we start anything, we guarantee its end, which is not under our control. Whatever we build in this life, we must let go of it at death, if not before, and there is no injustice in that: the Lord provided us with everything, down to our atoms, and we have the honour of being temporary custodians of His property. The Lord will have the last word. I am no better than the people who wrecked your work. How many times have I repeated sins that I repented from in tears and prayer? Oof. All the anger and depression in the world won't change a hair on their heads, but if I can use it to reform myself, and my real relationships with people around me, then good: the evil in the world and in my own heart was instructive. We are called to live in the world, but to be of the kingdom of heaven. This fleeting life is our gym, these trials are our weights, and people who have chosen wickedness are the obese who remind us who we would be if we stopped lifting and ate cheeseburgers all day instead. We should pray for them to put down the pie and join us in the gym, not hate them for their hell bound manboobs. If you prefer secular inspiration, this poem is a classic [URL unfurl="true"]https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46473/if---[/URL] No offence to cheeseburgers, I love you guys, it's the people who abuse you that give you a bad name. [/QUOTE]
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