Reflection

The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image.

Charles W. Chesnutt, American author (1858–1952)

Upon reflection, I was reminded that there is good in all those who annoy, harass, and otherwise tick us off; I just need to focus in order to see it.