Forgiveness
My father once said, “If they hurt you, forgive
them, but never forget what they’ve done.”
This has always been a reminder to me every time I
meet someone new. Yet, at times, it feels exhausting. It’s frustrating to show kindness
only to receive pain in return. It’s disheartening to admire someone, only to
find them backstabbing you.
One day, I asked my father, “Do they deserve my
forgiveness?”
He smiled and set aside the newspaper he had been
reading—a part of his morning routine, checking the mailbox for something to
engage with.
“Child, everyone deserves forgiveness. If they
wrong you once, they deserve it. If they do it twice, give them another chance.
But if they hurt you a third time, that’s when the forgiveness should be for
yourself.”
I must have looked puzzled, with a huge invisible
question mark hovering over my head. My father chuckled at my confusion, then
handed me a candy and clasped my hands in his.
“Forgive yourself for believing in them and getting
disappointed. Forgive yourself for trusting too much. Forgive yourself for
taking risks in the hope of something better. And, my dear, give yourself the
chance to be free—free from hatred, revenge, and the weight of your past.”
One morning, I found him in front of my mother,
tears streaming down his face. He had been betrayed by a friend for many years.
I asked him if he now hated his friend, and he simply smiled and shook his
head.
“My heart doesn’t have space for hatred. I won’t
suffer because of it. I’ve forgiven him, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten
what he did. The next time he sees me smiling, despite everything, he’ll know
who truly suffered.”
Wiping his tears with the favourite handkerchief I
had gifted him for his birthday, he added, “You know the best thing you can
give to someone who hurts you? It’s to live a better life after what they did.
We only live once, so don’t waste your time on those who have left scars in
your heart. Let them see what they’ve lost. Let them understand how they
inadvertently helped you grow.”
In that moment, I realized that without his wisdom,
I would still be haunted by burdens that weren’t my fault.
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