Sometimes a sunset doesn’t put on
A fiery show as the sun goes down;
All you have to do is take your best girl, some dogs
And wait for the lilac and violet tints to paint the sky.
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“Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.” — Mark Twain
I’ve been thinking about the nature of forgiveness.
How everyone says what a release it is finally to forgive; yet it is one of the hardest things for us to do.
Is it the pain that holds us back? Or is it simply the fact that we have to learn to love ourselves more than we think we deserve before we can love others the same way?
Forgiveness won’t change the past – or the resentments we can find there – but it might, perhaps, transform our future.
What are your thoughts on the art of forgiveness?