Forgiveness is a rare and precious gift. A quality that we invoke when the soul is hurt and we want tranquility.
We are told from childhood “be kind, forgive him” — maybe parents say it, maybe a teacher, maybe a shy voice in us. But in those moments we don’t really know what it means to forgive. The child just follows what he is told, without understanding the pain, the betrayal, the wound.
The truth is that forgiveness is not learned from words. It is lived. They are wanted.
Forgiveness begins only when life breaks us to pieces and leaves us in the silence of unanswered questions.
Some seem to have been born with forgiveness in their hearts. They have in them gentleness, acceptance, a peace that does not waver.
But others… others are fire and waves. They live riots and uprisings. They need to understand.
They need to be answered, in a whisper or in a shout:
Why me?
Why did it happen to me?
Why did someone I believed in with all my heart betray me?
Why did my mother never see me as I was?
Why did I grow up with the feeling that I am not enough, that I am not worthy of love?
And when the answers don’t come, we stay there—stuck in time, in an unhealed corner of the heart.
We smile, we work, we love. Life goes on. But deep down, something is trapped in the past.
And this follows us in the most intimate moments—we are afraid of being seen, of being vulnerable, of being whole.
Forgiveness is not a door that you open easily. It’s a road that you travel, sometimes in tears, sometimes in silence.
But when we manage to forgive, even a small part, room is made. Light is made.
And we feel close to the divine.
Close to ourselves.
Close to what it really means to be human.
– Luminita D