Sometimes I find myself wanting to clap back. Bite at everyone who barks at me. But then I look at those people, like really look at them... what kind of life they're living. The choices they're making. The things they do. Compared to who I am, what I do & how I live. And that, itself, keeps me humble. Misery loves company, but we're cut from different cloths, made from different sauces. Stay blessed, wish them well, and remind yourself that the evil-hearted never wins.