There are times when I come to realize that there is not enough apology in the world to heal a wound.
That's when I arrive at the entrance of forgiveness.
It has little to do with the size of the offense or the breadth of the violation.
It has to do with the realization that what is done is done.
This realization can lead me, if I let it, to understanding that the only reason the pain is not over is because I won't let it go.
Forgiveness is not only about accepting the fact that I cannot have a better past, it is about letting my life and my choices be imperfect.
Nature is not symmetrical, it is complimentary. The healing I need cannot be delivered in the same measure as the offense. And it doesn't really matter if the offender ever comes to that place of healing with me. It matters if I can come to that counter-ego place of allowing that even in my brokenness I am whole, and even in my loneliness, I am held.
Forgiveness is not beholden to anyone else's behavior. It is my ticket to a journey without baggage and a present without fear.
