One thing i was sure about, he was living in the moment not the future. The right between right from wrong became blur. I was unsure of what i was doing. Love is what you said. But love would never end this way. Forgiving myself is essential. There is a tendency in all of us to hold ourselves more accountable than we do to others. Perhaps i have been one who can justify forgiving others, even for a heinous offense, yet i find no justification in forgiving myself for an equal or lesser offense. Maybe i believe that forgiving myself is not even a consideration because i think i must hold myself in a state of constant remembrance, least i forget. Perhaps i believe there is a price, some form of life-long penance that you must pay.
.sorry seems to be the hardest word
posted by becks at 1:56 PM
Thursday, March 5, 2009
