Life is so strange.
When we’re in good shape, we attribute it so much to the food we eat, and when we’re grossly overweight, the food or the diet is hardly ever blamed.
We snap at family members, scold our loving kids, and refuse to talk for days with people we call our better halves, and we sugar coat our words with customers, and are Mr./ Ms. Manners with bosses, subordinates, janitors, waiters, cab-drivers or their wives.
We see little of people we cherish the most, and spend endless hours with those we care naught for.
We preach and don’t practice our own lessons.
We hurt the people we know we ought not to
We remember insignificant birthdays and forget the most important ones
Worse, we don’t apologize
We live like fools, and we act like angels