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The Buddha tells a story of a man walking down a path in a forest, two villages dispute ownership of the land and  someone fires an arrows at him which hits his arm.

He pulls out the arrow, he's wounded but not seriously. He's angry.
He takes the arrow home an put it in a velvet box by his computer (okay maybe this is an adaptation)

Then every day as he start blogging he recalls that arrow, takes it out and stabs himself with it. Arggggghhh, that hurts, that's what they did to me. And again he stabs himself, recollecting, bleeding.

Each day he end a bloody mess. And the hate grows.

Moral - you don't have to keep stabbing yourself with old arrows. It hurts, you mostly.  Throw the old arrows away. You have that choice.