I have always hated the idea of forgiveness.
It implies moral superiority of one party over the other, which feels like moral manipulation and control.
It implies some sort of ledger in the sky measuring absolutes.
In truth, there is never anything to forgive – or be forgiven for.
Because what is being forgiven – the not you, the not me, the not them – I don’t want to accommodate or perpetuate or dignify. I don’t want to feed the not.
The not you, the not me, the not them are the parts of us that move in fear.
The true you, the true me, the true them are the parts of us that move in love.
When we move in love, there is nothing ever to forgive.
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