My muse is in such a deep sleep, that I turned to quotes to try and wake her up. I was going through quotes on forgiveness and this caught my eye.
“It takes a strong person to say sorry, and an even stronger person to forgive.”
Every one of us makes mistakes. No one is perfect. I’ve made more than my fair share of them perhaps. And I’ve grown because of them. But it hurts me more when a mistake I made hurts someone else more than me. I play the scene in my head, over and over and over again, and keep imagining an alternate ending, even though I know I cannot change the past. If I know that the mistake was mine, I apologize. I don’t know if it makes me a strong person, but I’d admit it, and try not to repeat it. It’s not a demand for forgiveness. No one has the right to expect the wronged to forgive or forget. Each wound heals in its own time, even if it leaves a scar.
I’ve been wronged by others before. Some have apologized, stayed in my life and shown that one moment was a blip in the radar, a bump on the road, and nothing more. I don’t even remember the moment now. Looking at the big picture, their rights have overshadowed that wrong. So far, I’ve been lucky. Those I’ve forgiven haven’t done anything to reopen the healed wound. Some have hurt me and just been silent. I’ve valued them for a while, obsessed about that silence, even wondered if I was the reason for their hurt. I’ve even apologized in case that was what happened. Egos aren’t important if the people are. Then I’ve realized I’m hurting myself too. So I’ve taken an unsaid apology, forgiven them and moved on. I matter too. I don’t really know if forgiving makes one stronger. But forgiveness does bring me some peace of mind.
I hope this ramble stirs my muse. It’s tiring when she’s asleep.
This post is inspired by the Write Tribe Festival of Words (March 2019). The prompt for 4th March is FORGIVE.