“Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.” — Mark Twain
“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” — Mahatma Gandhi
I try hard to be a forgiving person. It’s not easy.
Forgiving family and friends for hurts both accidental and deliberate. Forgiving bosses and co-workers, ex boyfriends and roommates for “being selfish” and “doing me wrong.” Forgiving the person who carelessly bumped into me on the subway, stole my seat or took my taxi. Forgiving myself for all the dumb, cowardly, weasely stuff I’ve ever done to myself and others.
The alternative: holding on to anger and resentments is a recipe for unhealthiness. It makes me sick – literally and figuratively. Sometimes it feels like it would be easier to move away, move on rather than forgive. But it never works. Moving on and away can be good no doubt, but you have to forgive too in order to be free and open to the good stuff. Without forgiveness there is no peace.
“Forgiveness is not an occasional act. It is a permanent attitude.” ─ Martin Luther King Jr.