I just wanted to know if I could go home...
I am inspired to write today by a dear friend, one who I have known for several years. In fact, now that I think about it, this post will be inspired by many friends whom I admire very, very much.
Forgiveness is a notion that I have found most tricky in my nineteen years of life. I often find myself holding onto the pettiest of grudges, even years after the particular event has passed. I was never quite sure why I had such a difficult time letting things go... Perhaps, after witnessing such compelling acts of forgiveness, a new light is shed on my perspective.
As juvenile as it may sound, maybe I should get a tattoo... A constant reminder. Something that would tell me every day to "live and let die," so to speak. Oh, I can hear my Catholic father weeping at this very moment...
But, he'll forgive me.
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I kinda like this tattoo idea you're throwing around. I'd get one with you. I think it's something we both need to remember.
ReplyDeletePerhaps maybe you always needed closure on the issue. Sometimes it takes a radical event for us to see from a different standpoint.
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