Life squeezes us all, but when we press ourselves instead of waiting for life to do it, we take our power back. If we squeeze an orange, we get orange juice, but when we squeeze a human, there's no knowing what might come out. Sometimes we get bitter, but sometimes we get better. BETTER grows from a surrendered choice to balance between life's squeeze and our own squeeze. Unresolved grief (resentments?) causes bitterness, IMO.