Forgiveness

What happens when we lose hope in humanity?
When we lose hope in our own ability to be better today than we were yesterday?
When we no longer see the point in being any more than that which others perceive us to be?
What happens when we no longer see the point in allowing others to prove to be better?

Is it possible to recover from this state?
To find value in that which has been long devalued by those around us or rather devalued by us?
To find it within ourselves to love those who hurt us the most?

Is the way to come back to a state where we allow everyone to feel unconditional love regardless of the mistakes they have made in their life?

They say time heals all wounds but what do we do with the wounds it creates? Are we expected to give them time as well to heal? Or are we expected to find other forms of healing that exist outside the paradigm of waiting for time to heal us? 

I find myself wondering what it means to forgive myself for the decisions I have made, especially the ones I call mistakes, as I lay awake at night? What does it look like to love myself even in those moments when it doesn’t feel like I should be lovable? And most importantly what does it mean to accept myself as being imperfect and to still chose to love myself anyway?

Forgiveness is such an interesting concept because it implies allowing ourselves to not be upset anymore which can be hard to do. But I have found that when I allow myself to stop seeing my mistakes as ill-intentioned efforts to bring misery but rather as well-intentioned efforts to bring about joy in the spaces I find myself in.

Forgiveness means to recognize the imperfection and choose to accept it anyway.