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I hate the phrase hurt people hurt people. I understand it. And it makes sense but aren’t we all hurt? Don’t we all have something? At what point, do you decide that you’re not going to use the master’s tools? At what point do you say, I’ve been hurt, I refuse to inflict pain. I refuse to send more hurt people out into the universe. At what point do you stop the cycle? People do it. It can be done. It’s not a matter of your blues aren’t like mine. We all could point to something big in our lives and say, This is why I’m mean. Or this is why I made you cry because someone made me cry once. That’s not ok. Never ok. I can’t excuse bad behavior anymore. I can’t be ok with being hurt because someone (that wasn’t me) hurt you once. No. Nobody deserves it. You didn’t deserve to be hurt. But I sure as hell don’t deserve to pay for the people that hurt you once upon a time. And at some point after getting hurt you have to realize not everything is going to kill you. Not everyone is out to hurt you. But your own fear, your own hesitance to accept life and trust that you can be happy; it can ruin everything if you let it. You have to relax and open up and just risk that maybe you are going to jam your thumb again.