To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
What cannot be preserved when fortune takes,
Patience her injury a mock'ry makes.
The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief,
He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
-Othello, Act 1, Scene 3
Someone asked me yesterday about an old conflict I'd had with a certain largish institution some years ago. He seemed surprised that I'd processed the grievance and moved on without any lingering malice. Some days it surprises me, too.
Some days you're the windshield and some days you're the bug.
Thanks to Maxim Williams for reminding me of the lines from Othello. There are now pictures of Maxim, me, and lots of other cool TedxGreenville presenters at Eli Smith's Tasteless Photography.
