Relung

There were times when I was treated badly. And I learned that it was not about other people. It was me who treated myself badly and people just matching my energy. Now I treat myself better and magically people treat me even the best.
I used to cry hard asking why no one was good. Now I have tears on how good people are to me because there is a strange place in my heart questioning, ‘what things I do good?’ I was not really nice person. Cold hearted and sharp words were my signature.

But maybe I was good.
Because I always see the good in people. And my heart is always pure. Even in the worst memory attack, I still pray for them. Even though I deserve some apologies, I didn’t bother them. I apologise to myself.

I think I’m good.