I Forgive You

‘Reject your sense of injury, and the injury itself disappears.’

~Marcus Aurelius

If you have been wronged, you can choose:

• to be humble and forgive

or

• to be bitter and vengeful

I refuse to become bitter, I’ve seen what it does to people from a very close perspective -a maternal one- ever since I was a child so I learned my lesson at a young age. I had to literally take distance to be able to forgive after all those years and learn to love and communicate again with her. It’s not easy but we’re getting there slowly but surely…

These days when I see others breaking promises, betray my confidence, tell me lies, my first natural reaction is to be angry at the person. I made a decision some time ago to allow myself to be angry for a few and then to forgive so I’d be able to move on and not let it fester… But at times things get cloudy, thanks my friend for reminding me to be me and just ‘be’!

So today I turn to you and say:

Whatever has been done, although I don’t understand your reason(s), I don’t wish to carry the negativity that came with it as a result and I won’t dwell while I could use this energy in a much better way. You don’t know any better, it wasn’t personal, you were just playing your part responding to the signals I was giving out and for that I forgive you… and myself.

No commenting on this post, instead I’d ask you to use those minutes to contemplate…

Gordian Knot

There is a time when things are passed a certain point and really too late to mend… There’s a lot of that going on at the moment, old ones, new ones, ones in progress. A lot of goodbyes and some tears, trying to come to terms with things and letting go. At times my life seems to resemble an episode of one of Grey’s Anatomy just less glamourous but the same kind of drama. It’s time to move on if you don’t get the results you were looking for or were hoping to find. Reflection is good from time to time: it takes away the pink and throws you right back into reality. So I feel like cutting the Gordian knot and as soon as I do I start to have doubts again.

It would’ve been so much easier if I was born a squirrel, at least I would be able to make me laugh…

I saw one earlier today crossing the street, hopping in the middle of the road,tempting an oncoming car to run it over and swiftly hopping away with a grin on its snout