
We all know what a “Best By” date is. It tells you when something stops being good. When it loses its value. When it starts to rot.
What if we treated emotions the same way?
What if resentment had an expiration date?
Instead, people carry it like it’s precious. They wait—on apologies, on closure, on someone else doing the work. But that waiting becomes its own prison. Time passes, and the hurt just festers. Nothing changes unless we call the shot.
Resentment isn’t a relic—it’s a rot. And the longer we hold onto it, the more it poisons the now.
You want peace? Set the expiration date yourself. Don’t wait for permission. Don’t confuse feeling it with feeding it.
Pain doesn’t just dissolve with time. Time’s neutral. It only does something if we do something with it. Direct it, or it’ll direct you.
We either process it or pass it on. Into our tone. Into our body. Into our decisions.
So here’s the question:
What are you still holding on to that’s long past its “Best By”?
Put the date on it. Stamp it. Let it go.
Not because it didn’t matter—
But because you do.
Close the chapter clean. Make room for what’s next.



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