champagne problems

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You won't remember all my champagne problems

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Engfa's POV:

4 years later...

Sometimes, it's easy to overlook the crucial step of forgiveness in the process of healing. Caught up in the turmoil of hurt and anger, we become blinded to the fact that harboring resentment only prolongs our suffering. It's a natural instinct to protect ourselves, to retreat into solitude when we've been wounded deeply. Yet, in doing so, we inadvertently build walls around our hearts, preventing the very healing we so desperately seek.

It takes us courage to confront our pain and acknowledge the role forgiveness plays in our journey towards healing. It's a process of letting go, releasing the grip that the past has on our present.

In learning to forgive, we open ourselves to the possibility of healing. We allow space for compassion to replace anger, for understanding to replace resentment. It's a transformative journey, one that requires patience and self-reflection. But ultimately, it leads us towards a place of peace and wholeness, where the scars of the past no longer dictate our future.

To me, as I wrestle with forgiveness, which is like a burden heavy as a big rock smoothed by the ocean's waves, like coaxing a hurt bird to trust the wide sky again. My every try was met with doubt, every glimmer of hope I had were shadowed by old hurts.

But time is also a healer, softening hurt like a gentle hand smoothing rough edges. With each passing moment, it breathes life into stillness, painting new pictures on the canvas of my soul.

In the gentle hug of time, my wounds start to heal, like flowers blooming after a cold winter. Forgiveness, once a far-off dream of mine, becomes real, a light shining through the darkness of my once anger and regret. And as days become weeks, and weeks turn into years, memories become old friends, their sharp edges softened by time, their voices blending into my life's ever-changing song.

Forgiving is like caring for a garden after a long winter, each act of forgiveness a drop of rain, each moment of forgetting a ray of sunlight through the clouds. It's a journey with bumps and hurdles, but it leads us to peace, healing, and deep understanding.

And I can finally say to myself now, after the years that had passed before me, that I already allowed myself to forgive.

Forgive the person who had hurt me, and myself as well.

But to forget? It's a different story.

Forgetting-it's sneaky, like a clever fox darting through the bushes of memory, leaving behind whispers and half-remembered dreams. It's as if time itself were a playful spirit, dancing just out of reach, teasing with memories of what was and what can never be again.

Tina had once told me that there were persons in our lives that weren't meant to be forgotten.

There are some people in our lives that we just can't forget, even if we try. They're like threads woven into the fabric of who we are, impossible to unravel. Tina once told me that, and I've come to realize she's right.

These people, they're not meant to be forgotten. They're a part of us, they're in our memories, our experiences, and ultimately, our identity. So even when it's hard, even when we want to let go, they remain a constant presence in our hearts and minds.

All we had to do is to accept it.

Accept that they're a part of us, embracing their presence in our lives. It will allow us to find peace within ourselves. It's a journey of coming to terms with the past and finding gratitude for the memories they've left behind.