The Power of Forgiving

Sometimes good things happen when you least expected it.

I was surprised by an answer this week. An answer to a question I never ask. A question that had been lingering for many years left to rot. It has been rotting deep down within me. Like a dot of ink dropped on a sponge, it crept slowly. The malignant question.

I chose to ignore all these while. Time will heal. I didn't like talking about it. I am not proud of what happen, but I didn't like to be labelled either.So leaving things the way it is is the best bet.

I can live in pretense. So what?

Somehow I was told that this is not so. I was told that I was not at peace.

And all these came from a stranger. At least a person that I do not know well. Well, a quarter stranger if you may.

This person told me, You must forgive.

I must forgive? Me? I am the one who should forgive?

But...but ...shouldn't it be I am the one who seek for it? Everyone in their right mind would tell me...go seek for forgiveness. You have wronged, Lollies.

These many years, I have been wondering, composing on how to seek for mercy. I just can't make myself. And this person tells me, that it's me who should forgive!!! Someow, it doesn't make sense.

I contemplated. For the first time, I listen more than I speak. As cliche as the advice can be, it finally sank in me.

I must learn to forgive.

And I have forgiven.

To the person I forgave, I love you.

To the person who told me to forgive...I thank you.

Both with all my heart.

I finally found peace. Totally.