We all know that hate is a prison that we build around ourselves. As long as we hate, we refuse to forgive and move on, and therefore, we decay in this prison, whilst clutching the key to our own freedom.
In an effort to live a more examined life, I have begun freeing myself by forgiving people who have done me wrong. One thing I didn’t count on was how great it would feel. Let me tell you one thing – ego and pride…are overrated.
While going through a mental list of people to forgive, I’ve realised an invaluable thing - I have done me wrong too. Sadly, I haven’t been as kind to myself as I should be.
I haven’t given myself all the opportunities and chances to discover my true potential. I failed to see insight in the mistakes I’ve done more than once. I was a jerk in college. Most probably, in high school too.
I failed to harness the energy and vitality of my youth, because I was too busy deluding myself I was fat. I’ve ended up in the company of the wrong people a number of times, injuring my soul and my spirit in the process.
But I am forgiving myself for that. Or at least learning to. Myself and I – we’re starting to be friends again. We go out for runs, and eat well together. We read books under the sun. Together, we have decided to re-write the story of me.