Forgiveness is like a knife. The way you use it tells so much about you.
I've used that knife maybe in every way possible. I used it on strangers, I used it on relationships (platonic and such), and I used it on myself.
"What in the world does that mean?"
You want me to be direct? FINE.
Forgiveness cuts and makes you bleed. You keep on forgiving these people, you keep stabbing them, and the person you keep on forgiving is no longer alive to you. You'd just keep on forgiving the body of the person you used to know, and that will result in you cutting yourself.
Figuratively speaking.
Forgiveness hurts! Yes, It is relieving and it does get that weight off of your shoulders, but too much of it kills.
Again, figuratively speaking.
I forgive easily, yet it's hard for someone to win my forgiveness again. It depends on the person actually, and everyone in my life have different levels of forgiveness. There are people I'm willing to forgive, and there are most that need to work for it.
Then there are the few that I just want to bash their heads against the wall.
Not figuratively speaking.
I'm not the type to leave hints, but I don't completely ignore the person. Even though I don't approve of the whole passive-agressive way, I find myself doing it sometimes.
Only to the people that I REALLY care about and would hurt me if they didn't admit they had wronged me in someway.
If it were anyone else, I wouldn't deeply care, but only to some extent.
I know I shouldn't, but that's how my system works.
I'm learning how to not care! It's a lot more relieving than just ignoring the matter.
My friends wrong me sometimes, but I'd shrug the matter off then I wouldn't care anymore. But, there are times when they go below the belt, and it sucks.
I don't put too much thought into it, or it'll get to me. I don't care about it, but I care about me. If anyone treated me in a wrong way, I know I don't deserve that. So I don't bother with them, and that's that.
Holding grudges is too much of a harsh thing for me to do, because when you hold a grudge, you tend to loathe the person in a way. I don't specifically hate someone, I just wouldn't care about them.
I hate the color pink. I hate anything that sparkles. I hate cliché stories.
But I don't hate people. I either like them or not care at all.
And I really hope forgiveness can give me the same satisfaction I get when I eat ice cream, and not the pain that overcomes me when I imagine myself wearing a pink puffy dress.
*shudder*
Oh! On that note.
Forgiveness is also like a hammer. There are people who use it to destroy, and there are people who use it to build.
Be Fix it Felix Jr.! He's an inspiration to all.
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How it Works
Non-FictionMany had asked me how does it work, so this is it. My mind is a complex and insane place, read at your own will.