I wrote this letter during a difficult time in my life. I was struggling with insecurity, caused by many years of taking the unkind words people said about me to heart.
First things first, I’d like to say…
If it had not been for your poorly-disguised criticism, your passive-aggressive verbal jabs, your two-faced gossip, and your harsh judgments of me and my life, I never would have discovered that your opinion of me doesn’t matter.
Why you chose to bestow this dubious honour upon me is unimportant; it was the best decision you could have made for my life.
Before I discovered how you really felt, I was overly concerned with making you happy—even to my own detriment. All I wanted was to make you like me, but I only ended up hating myself.
What I know now is that you will always be unhappy with something I do, because you’re just unhappy.
I can’t do anything to change that, and it isn’t my responsibility to try.
At first your rejection stung.
We all want to be loved and accepted, I’m no different.
You didn’t accept me; you tolerated me, and I learned a valuable lesson because of you; it’s not the quantity of friends that enrich a person’s life, it’s the quality.
I would rather have one loyal friend who loves me for me, than ten who aren’t genuine and only want me around because I make them feel superior.
By judging me for such superficial reasons, you have exposed yourselves to even greater judgment.
You thought that speaking against would weaken me, shatter my confidence, and ruin my credibility, but it didn’t.
All it did was reveal your insecurity, envy, and resentment.
In trying to assert your dominance, you’ve proven to yourself to be weak and cowardly.
I am stronger than ever because of what you put me through.
Make no mistake; this isn’t the voice of a victim, but of a victor who beat you at your own game.
All I had to do was keep living my life.
I didn’t seek revenge. I didn’t stoop to your level, and I didn’t even tell you off—even though I wanted to hundreds of times.
Instead, I spent more time with the people I loved. I read more. I meditated more; I found new hobbies.
I read my Bible, started helping other people, and most importantly, I gained a new purpose for my life.
In the past, one of your snide quips would have ruined my entire month.
Now they can’t even ruin my day. I have hope and a future, and nothing you can say or do will change that.
I’m not even angry at you anymore. In fact, I forgive you. Clearly, you thought my diminutive stature, and quiet demeanour made me an easy target.
You were wrong, and for that, I feel sorry for you.
I think what saddens me the most is your ignorance regarding the universal law of reciprocity; ”What you sow in, you will reap”.
You will suffer the consequences of every action you make toward someone else—whether positive or negative.
I just hope I’m not there to witness the harvest.
I don’t wish you any harm. In fact, I hope—for your sake— you turn things around, find your purpose in life, and turn away from bitterness.
Life is too short to spend it being angry with the world. Other people are not to blame for your problems.
When you become an adult, you are automatically responsible for your own quality of life.
If I could impart any wisdom to you, it would be that you are valuable, you are loved, and you have gifts and talents that you’re supposed to share with the world.
Instead of focusing on what others have that you don’t, cultivate your talents.
Stop comparing yourself to everyone else; they have their own lives and talents to share.
You are too important to waste your life being bitter.
Ironically, you’re the ones who helped me figure that out for myself.
In closing, I sincerely wish you well. You have the potential to be great, and I have confidence that you will make the most of the opportunities you have been blessed with.
I’d hate to see what happens if you don’t.