Forgiveness has always been the one virtue I was never able to accept - it almost offended me.
It never made sense why a loving God would enable horrors, degeneracy, deceit, and later compel a victim to bow down to the perpetrators.
This always infuriated me, still does, but the sparkles and glaze of life are starting to show me what's behind this formidable idea.
Today, I remembered the individuals that harmed and humiliated me the most, and I wasn't sure whether I wanted to destroy or thank them.
Although they caused me extreme pain and tears in the past, this blatantly led me towards the golden rivers I swim at the moment.
Surely, I will always be bitter and spit on them, but...
Perhaps, toxic classmates were essential to propel me towards the becoming of myself.
Perhaps, oppressive schoolgirls kept me away from ephemeral, plastic and degenerate relationships.
Perhaps, stingy and unethical co-founders were the best remedy to never become like themselves.
Perhaps, an unstable family was necessary to make me understand what an absolute is all about.
Perhaps, these tragedies were the only way to map a distinctive road, to get to the higher mountains.
Perhaps, forgiveness is not about forgiving a person, but God himself.