Just the other day, I felt the need to dig deep into my past by searching for and reading all of my past writings in the form of diaries, notes and letters.
It sometimes surprises me, when I read these writings because I cannot identify myself after all this time. Me and past me are so different. Yet, we share the same name and the same life. It scared me. But many of the bad experiences I went through in my past, carried itself within me as beliefs and stereotypes in the future, which happens to be now.
And I'm surprised by it all. I thought I rationally had those beliefs. Or I had the assumption that my memories were actually figures of my imagination, but no, I had gone through that. Weird.
It's all too strange to forget. But maybe it was motivated forgetting. Maybe I didn't want to remember.
But I have to forgive.
Because like this, I'm limiting myself. And...I'm limiting others.
It's seen all the time. People like us are so gripped by what wrong they did in the past or what wrong someone else did to them.....that they cannot move on...they cannot live life in colour anymore.
That's the beauty of forgiveness. Forgiveness helps us leave the past behind and enables us to walk in the present with full attention sans the emotional load of trauma.
It's difficult to forgive, I'll admit it. And forgiveness for me, many a times, is a process. It's a process that I keep procrastinating. But when I finally do begin to forgive, healing flows.
Also, very often, the one person who's the most difficult to forgive is...ourselves.
Let it go. I'm telling this to myself too, let it go, pearl.
You've got places to go.
Leave the baggage behind.
Leave the hatred and grudges behind.
Pick up your light handbag.
Pick up forgiveness.
And keep moving. ❤️
It sometimes surprises me, when I read these writings because I cannot identify myself after all this time. Me and past me are so different. Yet, we share the same name and the same life. It scared me. But many of the bad experiences I went through in my past, carried itself within me as beliefs and stereotypes in the future, which happens to be now.
And I'm surprised by it all. I thought I rationally had those beliefs. Or I had the assumption that my memories were actually figures of my imagination, but no, I had gone through that. Weird.
It's all too strange to forget. But maybe it was motivated forgetting. Maybe I didn't want to remember.
But I have to forgive.
Because like this, I'm limiting myself. And...I'm limiting others.
It's seen all the time. People like us are so gripped by what wrong they did in the past or what wrong someone else did to them.....that they cannot move on...they cannot live life in colour anymore.
That's the beauty of forgiveness. Forgiveness helps us leave the past behind and enables us to walk in the present with full attention sans the emotional load of trauma.
It's difficult to forgive, I'll admit it. And forgiveness for me, many a times, is a process. It's a process that I keep procrastinating. But when I finally do begin to forgive, healing flows.
Also, very often, the one person who's the most difficult to forgive is...ourselves.
Let it go. I'm telling this to myself too, let it go, pearl.
You've got places to go.
Leave the baggage behind.
Leave the hatred and grudges behind.
Pick up your light handbag.
Pick up forgiveness.
And keep moving. ❤️
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