Hearing them say the words “I’m sorry” after they have done something so wrong, lacks all benefit or purpose. I have officially learned to not accept apologies.
The most painful part of life’s lessons and losing one’s innocence, is the realization of indifference and lack of awareness held by others. I have come to accept that some people are just not worthy of diplomatic solutions, and thus, the existence of their very shadow simply must be forgotten.
Harsh – yes. But this creates space for another outlook…
For those who have been wronged, when others truly come to help, the words “I’m sorry” can be something very special. I have heard cries become quiet, felt shoulders rediscover strength, and seen very tried eyes open to the light once again… Saying “I’m sorry” seems to take away small pieces of the unjust pain… over any over again with every gentle hug, kindness of deed and small nod expressing deep caring and love… hope finds a way inside once again.
But, for that first wrong, I still do not give to others my forgiveness. I do not give away that power. It is for me and mine alone.
Each day becomes a promise to find my own peaceful power within myself. In order to heal, I must forgive myself for not knowing, having, or doing something, anything or nothing so long ago. The magic words of “I’m sorry” said by who I am now, to who I was back then, is the most powerful way for me to begin a new day.
If you wish to heal from the past, accept that other kind souls will help in taking away that ancient pain. But understand that the most dramatic way to heal your soul, is to take all that you know today, and to forgive the only one that truly matters for all your tomorrows yet to come.
Kelea Quinn 