I have finally realized that, the reason why people have so much difficulty forgiving themselves, is because we are so quickly written off by each other, when we fall short. How can I forgive “me”, if you don’t forgive me? Am I worthy of forgiveness?
Do not get upset so fast. We also can not expect human beings to play God, no matter how lovely their souls are. We are still made from the soil of the earth.
Digging a bit deeper into that fact, we are all on this earth, pressing to survive, so any extra added drama besides our own, can be a bit too much. We are human, and eventually our glasses get full and they spill over.
Mistakes and the tolerance of mistakes have a limitation. “When you repeat a mistake it is not a mistake anymore: it is a decision” –says Paulo Coelho. Isn’t he correct? Or is he also human? What mistakes has he repeated? We are writers, we often, if not always mention topics that have much to do about ourselves. But how often is often? How can I measure the severity of my discipline, when everyone’s standards on how often one can make the same mistakes, are different?
Where is my forgiveness and my chance?
Is it not a bit narcissistic to “forgive myself”, when the world could not even pardon my mistakes?
Hypocrisy is like a bouncing basketball in a court….we just keep bouncing it and throwing it from one person to the next. We are all players in the game.
And yet I did everything that your personal standards told me not to do….I crossed boundaries. Not even my confessions and admittance and sincere apologies to my mistakes delivers me comfort and freedom. Societal punishment is just one more prison built for humans to break out of, yet what’s confusing to me is that, none of us hold the book of life in our hands. Funny that.
However, mistakes deem consequences. We can not just make them, and expect to get nothing in return. We reap what we sow. As disheartening as this fact may be, it really is not so much. There must be a balance to life and that balance to life is through boundaries that we set for ourselves.
Howbeit, we are all susceptible to making mistakes. We are going to make them. I really wish that every time our human rose to the surface a little bit too much, that our connection to one another would not be distanced, broken, or discontinued, but the truth of the matter is, we are fragile beings. We want to be loved, We want to trust and we want to be protected. There is no gender distinguishing in that one, this is truth for all mankind.