What a wildly confusing concept.
Forgiveness. Forgiving. Forgiven. Forgive. Forgave.
For the life of me, I didn’t grasp the sheer force of it.
Maybe bc I ignorantly believed I held power by holding on. By allowing myself to stay frozen in time, in hurt. By surviving through unending anger.
But now it’s easier and preferable to forgive past indiscretions. And myself. And all of it that didn’t go my way.
Somehow, it’s better to allow those forgiven things to make me over and over again.
Until I reach who I’m meant to be.